Angie hums, tucking her pencil behind her ear. It's propped against her hat, pinned into her hair, but it's long since been uncomfortable. She's been a waitress for far too long, she thinks.
Looking up as the door swivels open, Angie's smile suddenly isn't forced anymore. It's English. Already pulling up the freshest pot of coffee there is, she walks over, quickly turning over the waiting cup at English's booth to fill it as the woman settles herself down. She looks tired but alert, and Angie can't stop herself from sitting down across from her, pencil now poised on the order pad. "Usual?"
English smiles, perfect lipstick red lips plumping. Even if her eyes are tired, as Angie notes, her smile is always genuine. "Please."
"Got it." Halfway rising, Angie pauses, briefly pressing her fingers against a strong shoulder as she completely straightens. "You gonna want some company?"
Brown eyes meet hers. "Please," English repeats, pulling her coffee mug closer, almost hiding her smile behind it, "I'd love to hear about your day."
"My day?" Angie laughs. "Five cents your day has been more exciting."
"I wouldn't bet on that." Taking a sip of her coffee, English nods, inclining her head so she can study Angie, "You had an audition earlier, correct?"
English had remembered. Angie pauses, smile widening, her fingers tightening around her notepad. Still, "Audition, shmaudition. I ever tell you how elite those upper number directors are?"
"Perhaps. But you're welcome to remind me." English's eyes twinkle, and not for the first time, Angie finds herself affected by how… English English can sound. She picks up the coffee carafe again.
"How about," she finally allows, acknowledging the man across the room who is calling for her with a half-turn of her body, unwilling to turn completely away from the older woman before her, "I take care of this jerk before clocking out and bringing you some of our freshest pie?" She grins. "You're gonna have to be ready to listen to me lament over it, just so you know," she faux warns.
English's red lips smile at her again. "I'd like that."
"Good." Angie pivots on her heel, pausing only to give English a wink before practically strutting away, already looking forward to quitting and clocking out, tallying up her tips. "'Cause I'm going to do it anyway!"