Post by Alina Cedlov on Jun 7, 2010 23:08:02 GMT -4
Alina narrowed her eyes as she walked through the door of the restaurant. The sound of bells made her turn her head toward the source of the noise, which was above her head. She stood in the doorway, seemingly glaring up at the frame. Other faces in the restaurant looked up to see who had entered but Ven was oblivious to their semi-curious eyes. She stepped forward suddenly, exploding out of her frozen stance. She moved briskly up to the desk, not even bothering to look around at the tables. She flashed an automatic half smile at the woman manning the counter, then whisked a menu into her hands. She looked over it briefly, checking to see if there was anything she'd be able to eat here. There had to be other vegans at this Godforsaken dungeon of a school. Her eyes alighted on a few dishes that sounded satisfactory to her, so she flipped the menu closed and lowered it to her side. The woman was staring at her, rather baffled, but quickly composed herself as they made eye contact. "Just one." Her words were clipped yet were coupled with the same cursory smile. The woman blinked once, then said, "I'm sorry. What?" Alina's face hardened. Her fair skin, dark eyes, and the expression that rested on her face threw it in to shadow. I. Said. Just. One. As in one person. Table for one. It was stupid to get angry over something so small. She hadn't been clear the first time, of course this woman would be confused. Ven was dimly aware of this, somewhere. And yet. It had been a long day. And it was hot. Ven was tired and unhappy and just wanted to sit in the air conditioned restaurant and eat something good.
The waitress, looking embarrased, hurriedly seated her at a small table with two chairs. Alina dropped her clsoed menu on the table, already knowing what she was going to order. After the woman scrawled down her order and rushed away, Ven rubbed her eyes with the tips of her long fingers. She shrugged off the sleveless white cardigan she was wearng over a grey tank top and let it fall around her waist. Because the waitress was taking her sweet time she leaned back and began piling her hair up in a bun to get it off of her neck. Who would live in a place like this? The humidity was what was really killing her. The heat could be escaped with A/C, but humidity... It just crept in everywhere, frizzing your hair, making you sticky, and downing your spirits. What this place needed was a good, cold, rainstorm. That would really cheer her up.
The waitress returned then, placing some lemonade on her table and muttering something about her food coming shortly. Why was she so nervous? Her shift was probably something like a squirrel. All neurotic and irritating. Her smirk was humorless. The waitress, because she was the one taking her order and whatnot, was the only person Ven acknowledged. Doubtless other familiar faces were in the building, people she'd seen around the campus. Anyone else would looka round at the crowd and reach out to friends. Ven wasn't like that. She didn't need people, didn't want them. She was happy, damn it! Why didn't they just back off! Surprised at the direction her thoughts had turned Ven leaned forward and clasped the icy glass on the table. This heat was killing her.
The waitress, looking embarrased, hurriedly seated her at a small table with two chairs. Alina dropped her clsoed menu on the table, already knowing what she was going to order. After the woman scrawled down her order and rushed away, Ven rubbed her eyes with the tips of her long fingers. She shrugged off the sleveless white cardigan she was wearng over a grey tank top and let it fall around her waist. Because the waitress was taking her sweet time she leaned back and began piling her hair up in a bun to get it off of her neck. Who would live in a place like this? The humidity was what was really killing her. The heat could be escaped with A/C, but humidity... It just crept in everywhere, frizzing your hair, making you sticky, and downing your spirits. What this place needed was a good, cold, rainstorm. That would really cheer her up.
The waitress returned then, placing some lemonade on her table and muttering something about her food coming shortly. Why was she so nervous? Her shift was probably something like a squirrel. All neurotic and irritating. Her smirk was humorless. The waitress, because she was the one taking her order and whatnot, was the only person Ven acknowledged. Doubtless other familiar faces were in the building, people she'd seen around the campus. Anyone else would looka round at the crowd and reach out to friends. Ven wasn't like that. She didn't need people, didn't want them. She was happy, damn it! Why didn't they just back off! Surprised at the direction her thoughts had turned Ven leaned forward and clasped the icy glass on the table. This heat was killing her.
