Post by Skin on Sept 3, 2006 12:01:56 GMT -5
Angelo slowly pushed open the door to the diner, glancing inside before stepping through the portal. It was nearly deserted, and he actually preferred it that way. That meant fewer questions about why he was looking so pallid.
Not that he didn't always look pallid.
Readjusting his sweatshirt's hood around his head, he moved to a corner at the back of the diner and slid into a booth, pulling the menu from its small holder and glancing over it.
It was standard diner fare, and cheap enough for him to afford. He was down to the last of his cash, and since he was legally dead, he didn't have a bank account or any savings left. It was all down to the $50 in his pocket, and if he didn't find this school he was looking for soon, he wouldn't even have that much.
Shifting the bag on the seat next to him, Angelo glanced up as the waitress approached, a short, dumpy woman named Delores. Just like diner waitresses everywhere. Can't they hire someone a little better-looking?
Sighing to himself as he looked at the gray hands holding the menu, Angelo glanced over the options again and decided what he wanted. "Let me have a BLT, toasted, and a Dr. Pepper." Before she had time to turn away, he glanced up at her with his dark brown eyes. "And do you know where I can find Xavier's?"
Not that he didn't always look pallid.
Readjusting his sweatshirt's hood around his head, he moved to a corner at the back of the diner and slid into a booth, pulling the menu from its small holder and glancing over it.
It was standard diner fare, and cheap enough for him to afford. He was down to the last of his cash, and since he was legally dead, he didn't have a bank account or any savings left. It was all down to the $50 in his pocket, and if he didn't find this school he was looking for soon, he wouldn't even have that much.
Shifting the bag on the seat next to him, Angelo glanced up as the waitress approached, a short, dumpy woman named Delores. Just like diner waitresses everywhere. Can't they hire someone a little better-looking?
Sighing to himself as he looked at the gray hands holding the menu, Angelo glanced over the options again and decided what he wanted. "Let me have a BLT, toasted, and a Dr. Pepper." Before she had time to turn away, he glanced up at her with his dark brown eyes. "And do you know where I can find Xavier's?"