The waitress and the wizard
The door to Maggie's Diner, worn but fruecuently visited restaurant, was flung open, and a young man of about 20 yrs old rushed in. From the sweat that plastered his dark brown hair to his forehead and his panting, it was easy to tell that he had been running for some time. Cheyne out her pencil down and slid out of the booth near the back.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked, walking up to him. He nodded, before holding up a finger and putting both hands on his thighs as he bent over, gulping in air. "are you alright...?"
He nodded again, "Runnin'...flat it...coople ay hoors...chased... " Cheyne nodded sympathetically and took his arm, helping him to stand up straight. Then she led him to a booth, before going to get him a glass of water. She handed him teh glass as he yawned.
"Im going to se this here." cheyne said, while setting a glass picher full of ice water on the table, "I'll be over there id you need anything." she added before going back to where she was sitting before.
He wiped his forehead, and took a couple of gulps of water, before reaching over and pulling the cord for the blinds, and letting it fall closed. He poured himself some more water while glancing around the diner, it was empty except for him and the girl.
"Whaur is Every a body?" he asked, once he had caught his breath.
"It's the second slow hour of the day, actually couple of hours, between lunch and dinner. Not a whole lot of people come in, so it's just me." She answered while she wrote.
"Soonds lonely."
"peaceful." CHeyne corrected, looking over at him, "I have time to write and occasionally read." He nodded and stood up, with teh glass and picher. CHeyne watched hima s he walked over.
"Aam Oliver. " He said, setting down the cup and picher, and holding out his hand.
"Cheyne." She replied, shaking his hand, she smiled, "Is there something you need...hungry?"
He shook his head, "Nae reit noo." Oliver answered, sitting down across from her.
"you just do what you want, don't you?"
"Nae as much as ye woods hink, ur Ah woods lake."
"why not?"
"Lang story...i jist huv certain priorities. "
Cheyne nodded and set her pencil down, pushing it out of the way. That was when Oliver noticed several of her books, about modern magic and ancient witches, vampires warewolves ect., But he didn't say anything about it. A regular came into the diner and sat down at the counter. Cheyne realized that she felt slightly relieved at not being totally alone with Oliver, even if he seemed nice, and was adorable.
"The usual Jake?" she asked the older man, while getting up and walking behind the counter, "I kept the stove warm just for you."
He smiled and nodded, "Thas eur gran' wimmin 'n will mek um bloke reeight 'appy someday."
"I'll take your word for it." Cheyne replied not really believing him, "What kind of soup do you want with your sandwich?"
"Chik'inn. 'ood it be possible ta av grilled 'am 'n cheese...?
Cheyne smiled, "of course...Oliver?"
"Hmmm...?" he asked turning to look at her.
"Are you sure, you don't want anything?"
"Aam awe rite." He answered witha small smile. Jake looked up at cheyne and shook his head.
"Ok." she said, then turned to jake, "give me a few minutes." cheyne said before going through a door that led to the kitchen, to make jake's lunch.
Oliver glanced from the window to the books, before his eyes fell onto his watch. He sighed and looked over at the kitchen, before reaching across tje table for cheyne's pencil and grabbing a napkin. He careully wrote her a note, making sure that he made it legible and didn't tear the napkin. Then he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
Cheyne returned not too long later, with Jake's chicken soup and his sandwich. "There you go. Are you going to be britich and ask for some tea?" she asked jokingly, before glancing over to where Oliver was sitting moments before.
"'e gallock, not long afta thee ent int' back."
Cheyne nodded, before quickly recovering, "So, what about that drink?"
"ha abart um o' thy iceed teeur?"
"ok." she said and poured him a glass, before going over to Oliver's glass and picher of water, that was half full. She sighed, then saw his note.
Sorry,
I didn't realize the time.
I will try to stop in for lunch sometime, I'd like to talk to you again.
See you later,
Oliver Wood
Cheyne tucked his note into her pocket, then went to put the dishes away.
The door to Maggie's Diner, worn but fruecuently visited restaurant, was flung open, and a young man of about 20 yrs old rushed in. From the sweat that plastered his dark brown hair to his forehead and his panting, it was easy to tell that he had been running for some time. Cheyne out her pencil down and slid out of the booth near the back.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked, walking up to him. He nodded, before holding up a finger and putting both hands on his thighs as he bent over, gulping in air. "are you alright...?"
He nodded again, "Runnin'...flat it...coople ay hoors...chased... " Cheyne nodded sympathetically and took his arm, helping him to stand up straight. Then she led him to a booth, before going to get him a glass of water. She handed him teh glass as he yawned.
"Im going to se this here." cheyne said, while setting a glass picher full of ice water on the table, "I'll be over there id you need anything." she added before going back to where she was sitting before.
He wiped his forehead, and took a couple of gulps of water, before reaching over and pulling the cord for the blinds, and letting it fall closed. He poured himself some more water while glancing around the diner, it was empty except for him and the girl.
"Whaur is Every a body?" he asked, once he had caught his breath.
"It's the second slow hour of the day, actually couple of hours, between lunch and dinner. Not a whole lot of people come in, so it's just me." She answered while she wrote.
"Soonds lonely."
"peaceful." CHeyne corrected, looking over at him, "I have time to write and occasionally read." He nodded and stood up, with teh glass and picher. CHeyne watched hima s he walked over.
"Aam Oliver. " He said, setting down the cup and picher, and holding out his hand.
"Cheyne." She replied, shaking his hand, she smiled, "Is there something you need...hungry?"
He shook his head, "Nae reit noo." Oliver answered, sitting down across from her.
"you just do what you want, don't you?"
"Nae as much as ye woods hink, ur Ah woods lake."
"why not?"
"Lang story...i jist huv certain priorities. "
Cheyne nodded and set her pencil down, pushing it out of the way. That was when Oliver noticed several of her books, about modern magic and ancient witches, vampires warewolves ect., But he didn't say anything about it. A regular came into the diner and sat down at the counter. Cheyne realized that she felt slightly relieved at not being totally alone with Oliver, even if he seemed nice, and was adorable.
"The usual Jake?" she asked the older man, while getting up and walking behind the counter, "I kept the stove warm just for you."
He smiled and nodded, "Thas eur gran' wimmin 'n will mek um bloke reeight 'appy someday."
"I'll take your word for it." Cheyne replied not really believing him, "What kind of soup do you want with your sandwich?"
"Chik'inn. 'ood it be possible ta av grilled 'am 'n cheese...?
Cheyne smiled, "of course...Oliver?"
"Hmmm...?" he asked turning to look at her.
"Are you sure, you don't want anything?"
"Aam awe rite." He answered witha small smile. Jake looked up at cheyne and shook his head.
"Ok." she said, then turned to jake, "give me a few minutes." cheyne said before going through a door that led to the kitchen, to make jake's lunch.
Oliver glanced from the window to the books, before his eyes fell onto his watch. He sighed and looked over at the kitchen, before reaching across tje table for cheyne's pencil and grabbing a napkin. He careully wrote her a note, making sure that he made it legible and didn't tear the napkin. Then he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
Cheyne returned not too long later, with Jake's chicken soup and his sandwich. "There you go. Are you going to be britich and ask for some tea?" she asked jokingly, before glancing over to where Oliver was sitting moments before.
"'e gallock, not long afta thee ent int' back."
Cheyne nodded, before quickly recovering, "So, what about that drink?"
"ha abart um o' thy iceed teeur?"
"ok." she said and poured him a glass, before going over to Oliver's glass and picher of water, that was half full. She sighed, then saw his note.
Sorry,
I didn't realize the time.
I will try to stop in for lunch sometime, I'd like to talk to you again.
See you later,
Oliver Wood
Cheyne tucked his note into her pocket, then went to put the dishes away.