April 23, 1947

It's been around 12 days since my last entry, As Rapture "flourishes" I wonder what will happen to us down here. Audio diaries had been introduced and are slowly flooding the market. I often stand by the markets wondering if I should get one, then I'm reminded that I can't and I go back to work.

"Hey doll-face. Need more coffee" shouted a man from across the room as I fixed it my name tag at the beginning of my shift. The name tag simply said Sylvia, Sylvia Baker…yet despise of my name tag proudly on my pink uniform. Doll-face is the name I usually answer too.

"Coming right up "I said to the man waving lightly with my right hand and I finished setting the food in front of another gentleman. I quickly picked up the hot coffee pot and quickly pour the coffee on the man's china cup. As soon as I did and turned around I felt a hand quickly wrapping on my small wrist. I turned around to see who it was to notice it was the same man, the one of the coffee.

"Do you have plans tonight?" he asked. I fought the urge to flinch at the man's advances and politely nodded.

"Yes, sir…Big plans "I told him slowly trying to lose the grip that he had on my wrist.

"Don't be like that. You and me tonight the Limbo Room" the man insisted as I completely freed my hand from his grip. I quickly gave him a glance and recognized him from a time I went downtown. He worked at the Pawn shop, a small establishment barely opened a few weeks ago.

"I'm terribly sorry sir" I tried to say again till suddenly a voice from behind interrupted us.

"Back off, Charlie. You ask the same thing every week when you are going to drop it"

I quickly turned around and saw it was Richard, our cook. He was an older gentleman in his mid-40s that always was kind to me. He walked out of the kitchen in his white full of grease apron with a spatula in his hand. His brunette slowly going white hair was under a hair net and stood between me and apparently Charlie. He didn't say anything more than that and Charlie backed down. He turned to me and told me to go back to work and I quickly nodded and walked off.

At the end of my shift I stood in the dressing room with the other waitress Patricia. During this time at night I always avoid all eye contact with her as we both got out of our uniforms. As she fixed her dress she turned to me and said

"I saw that Charlie was pressuring you again" she said

I slowly fixed my coat and nodded quietly to her.

"He is not your type, huh?"She asked me as she fixed her waves in front of a small mirror with a long comb.

I nodded again to her for it was always hard to describe to anyone about those things.

"So what kind of fella do you like?" she asked me suddenly making my brownish skin blush a soft pink.

I shrugged to her, "I don't know" I told her in the quietest voice I could muster and still be able to be heard.

Patricia just giggled making me blush even a brighter pink.

"Well I'm off, unlike someone I know I have a date" she told me as she stepped off waving good bye to me.

Of course she did- I thought to myself as I closed the locker door with my uniform neatly folded inside. I locked it and walked out after saying good bye to Richard and apologized to him about the small scandal today with Charlie. I walked out of the Fishbowl dinner, seeing the lights get turned off behind me. It was only a couple of minutes back to my room. I walked slowly stopping right in front of Marlene's Flower emporium. It was closed, it is always closed by the time I get off work, and like many things in life that I wanted them all seemed to be away from me by a thick layer of glass. The flower arrangements were full of color, pink roses, yellow tulips, every flower arrangement so beautifully crafted and could be appreciated even in the dark.

I walked away from it slowly drawing the flowers in my head as I walked back to my room. I stopped right in front of the big sign that said Sinclair Deluxe. I let out a big sigh entering stopping only briefly to get a cream filled cake from the Circus of Values. Is the cake dinner… I think it is- I thought to myself as I opened the wrapper and took a large bite of it. By the time I reached my apartment's door the small cake was gone. I unlocked the door entering it slowly removing my shoes as I entered it. I turned on the lights and took a good look around my room. There wasn't much to see .There was a sofa a fridge, there wasn't much in it but an old fashion beer and some water. There was no stove as I had no use for it. On the living room near my sofa there was a couple of canvas and a suitcase with all my paints. I quickly took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves, and picked up a blank canvas and started to paint the flowers that I just saw today.

"Love" I whispered to myself…Just what it was anyways… I shook my head as I painted the yellow petals of the tulips as I saw them in my mind, shiny as the sun probably is somewhere just not here. I thought about a lot of things that nights as I try to define each flowers using yellows and oranges paints. I thought of my parents. My mother Elena Baker a Mexican American woman that my father met before the war and before the USA government tried to kicked out during the 1930s. Both where wonderful people and now both gone one practically after the other. We all lived in a small neighborhood in Los Angeles where the Mexican community was a bit more prevalent. I went to a brown kids school there till high school when I decided to quit at the age of 16.I left school right after an incident with a girl named Judy…Judy…that could had gone better.