she is in so much pain under that frozen grin that i can barely breathe looking at her
"So you want me to risk my neck and expect me do to it for free?
I don’t think so.”
Divebomb diners like this usually were places that Cameron hit up — y’know, when he was hungry. It shouldn’t be that hard to figure out why the blond was situated in one of the booths and stationed to the back either. He liked his privacy, he liked to keep a low profile, at least when he wasn’t surrounded by the usual lackies his father propped under his arms from time to time.
“Hey, doll.” A brief glance to the apron the waitress wore, just to acknowledge her presence. Of course Cameron wasn’t decked out in his usual ice form, more attuned to the ‘fleshy’ side of his metagenes at the moment. Easier to blend in when most people didn’t recognize you were a mass-terrorist. “I’ll have the soup special n’ a side order of chicken tenders n’ fries. And a coke.” For the moment, he hasn’t even looked up at her, offering the menu while focusing on concocting a small strange fork castle on the table.
Isabella snapped out of her shock, barely catching what he wanted to order and actually kept herself from exhaling a relieved sigh when he barely looked up at her.
She had seen him without the icy stuff once before, but that obnoxious voice had been all too recognizable.
"Soup special, chicken tenders, fries, coke. Great."
She spoke quickly, maybe a bit too quickly and too bitterly to seem relaxed, snatched the menu from his hand and spun around on her heel and could probably almost have slapped the meta with her singe long braid if she had been closer.
Not even turning to glance at him she headed for the locker-room instead of the area behidn the counter. It was a small, inconspicuous place she worked at with quite few employees so it was rare that more than two worked at the same hours so at the moment there was just her and her boss there.
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