Blurry - Issac

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte pretty much stumbled into the Canton Cafe. She grimaced as she banged her hip into a trashcan right outside the cafe. Growling in frustration as she sat down at a table in the cafe. She had only been here once and that was with a group of friends, she had no idea if you went up to some cashier and order or if you waited. Well, that descion could wait, right now she was nursing a injured hip.

Early this morning she had woken up with a bad hangover. She had downed to asprin and a cup of coffee her dad had left for her or her sisters, luckily she had snatched it first. After that she had gotten dressed in a polo shirt and some jeans and went out. And that's where it left her. Her hangover had somehow found a way to beat the asprin and had flared back, now she was hoping to get a cup of coffee.

[Issac Zalamea]

Morning shifts were never a favorite for Issac Zalamea; it only meant that he had to wake up earlier than he preferred. Today was no exception. Canton Cafe opened up at around six thirty AM, which meant Issac had hauled his ass out of bed at around six. Thirty minutes to have a shower, get dressed and have breakfast. Luckily for him, his house wasn't too far away from the place. He had arrived, walked straight into the still-empty cafe and grabbed one of the black aprons that hung around the waist and had two pockets to keep a small notepad and a pen. His name tag was pinned onto his shirt, the black letters on the gold-colored tag spelled 'Zac'; there was no way he was going to have people call him Issac, he wasn't too fond of the name, never had been.

It didn't take long for the customers to come in, filling up a few tables. Some were here for a kick-start, others for a full meal. Canton Cafe had seemingly grown among the townspeople and for that reason, the little cafe was almost always busy. Right at this moment, Issac was standing by one table that was occupied by an elderly couple, he held a notepad in his left hand, his right holding a pen between his fingers, the tip hovering on top of the pad's surface, ready to scratch down the order. A second passed by, two, then the woman had spoken first, then followed by her husband. As soon as the order left their lips, Zac had begun to write them down, occasionally having to cross out an order and replace it with another as the couple changed their mind.

A smile formed onto Issac's lips, "Alright, so we have two Earl Gray teas, one full breakfast- eggs sunnyside up- and one plate of waffles," He repeated the order, his eyes lifting off the notepad, "Anything else?" He asked. Seeing them shake their heads, he smiled for the second time, took the menus off their hands, "Shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes." He assured them, turning and heading for the main counter. Placing the menus down, he ripped off the page and placed it down near the staff member that was managing the POS system.

"Zac, orders up for table three." Hearing his name, Zac headed over to the middle of the counter, picking up the two plates that had just been set down. "Got it." Turning around and heading over to table three, Issac set down the plates down in front of the respective customer. "Enjoy your meal." And he headed off again. This whole routine, the smiles, the words, they all came out automatically. Issac had gone through it so many times that he felt almost mechanical, that he barely needed to think.

Catching sight of a movement from the door, Zac's gaze traveled over, watching as the girl sat down by a table. "Cover that table will you, Zac?" One of the waitresses murmured, gesturing over to the table the girl had just sat down by. A menu was placed into his hand and before the waitress that had addressed him managed to move away, Zac replied with a simple, "Sure thing." Moving between the tables, it didn't take long for Issac to reach his destination. He looked down at the brunette, placing the menu down on the table, "Good morning." There was the smile again in greeting. He took a step back or so, his right hand searching one of the apron's pockets for the pen and at the same time he glanced around the cafe. "What will you have today?" He continued, his eyes settling back on the girl.

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte glanced up as a brown haired boy walked over to the table, judging by his apron, the menu he had just set down, and that god awful happy smile; he was a waiter here. Well at least she wouldn't have to get up to order anything short of finding the bathroom.

She had had her head in her hands with her elbows on the table. Picking her head up from her hands she looked over at the guy, he was probably a few years older then she was. She glanced him over slightly and kept her slight scowling expression on her face. It wasn't very easy to smile when it felt like her head would explode if she moved too fast.

"I'll have whatever kind of coffee you have, just leave everything out of it, no sugar, no cream. Black." Charlotte said stiffly, her tone slightly pained as she ordered her coffee. She decided that coffee might help, she had heard that it might but she really wished she could take some hair from the dog. But, sadly or luckily, she didn't have any alcohol with her.

She was nice enough to mumble thanks to the guy as she pushed the menu back toward him. She then placed her head back into her hands, closing her eyes. When she did, colors exploded behind her eyes. Pain burned through her head, making her think back to something she had learned in science. The brain didn't have any nerve endings so technically it shouldn't feel pain. Well, technically, her brain was going to explode like a bomb.

[Issac Zalamea]

By the absence of any hint of a smile and her choice of order, Issac couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Seemed like the girl was in a serious need of a pick-me-up. Black coffee was not something he enjoyed drinking, it was just too strong for his taste. Scrawling the order down, "Black coffee it is." He confirmed, picking up the menu from the table just at around the same time the girl had placed her head in her hands.

Turning away from the table and beginning to head for the counter, he heard an 'excuse me' causing Issac to stop in his tracks and look around. His eyes spotted woman sitting with two children a few tables away, she had raised her hands, drawing a rectangular shape into the air with her index fingers. Issac would have found it rather funny, but he had seen it all too many times before. With a small nod of his head in acknowledgment, Issac continued on his way. Like before, he placed the menu down on the counter, ripping off the top page of notepad and gave it to the employee in front of the POS. "Also the bill for table seven." Issac added. The other, older male nodded, "One black coffee, Rose." The man said to the waitress behind the counter making the drinks.

Zac stayed where he was and by the time the bill was ready and placed onto the counter, as was the coffee. Picking up the bill and the mug, he began on his way. He stopped by the table with the woman and two children, placing the bill onto the table where he received a small 'thanks'. After which he headed back over to the girl at table five. He placed the mug down onto the table. "Hangover?" He asked her casually. It was a guess really, but a hangover was certainly not something Issac wasn't a stranger too.

It was really none of his business, he knew that, but he was just trying to strike up conversation simply because he found that aside from a strong cup of coffee, a conversation was an easy way of trying to take your mind off the piercing pain in your head. That and Zac was three hours into work and wanted something else to do that didn't require smiling for the sake of smiling. Not that he figured he actually had much time to talk before he had to head off and take another order.

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte rubbed the palms of her hands on her eyes as she sat there. Not only did her head hurt but she hadn't gotten much sleep. She usually didn't get to bed until twelve, even when she wasn't drinking, but last night had been about three and waking up at seven wasn't always the best solution. If she couldn't find anything to do (which was very likely) she'd head home and take a nap.

She knew she had to look like crap since she hadn't put on make up this morning. Hell, she had only been able to run a brush through her hair and get dressed. She knew she probably looked a bit like a racoon even without make up, natural dark circles under the eyes made people wonder and worry, something that she did not want going on.

Slowly lifting her head from her hands, hoping the bomb in her head wouldn't explode, she slowly looked around. Waiter boy was giving the check to someone. Charlotte knew she could never be a waitress, she wasn't a people person and that was putting it mildly. She rubbed her eyes again. She leaned over and looked for her purse. Pain erupted behind her eye balls as she leaned over.

She cursed under her breath, both from the pain and from the relization that she had not brought her purse. She had a strong urge to shake her head but knew that would only cause more, louder, cursing. She sighed wearily with a hint of anger when waiter boy showed up with her coffee. She felt something close to thankfulness towards the guy until he decided to butt in.

She picked up the mug by the handle, feeling the warmth on her knuckles and drank some of it. It burned the inside of her mouth but she didn't care if everything tasted like rubber for a month, she wanted her hangover. "Yeah, hangover," She coughed out slightly, her throat as burnt as her mouth. She was surprised she hadn't answered him with a sarcastic remark, but hell, he had brought her coffee. "You make a pretty good Sherlock," There it was.

[Issac Zalamea]

Ah sarcasm. Issac couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly, obviously amused. "Yeah well, that expression is a dead give away." He replied, not bothering to use any sarcasm of his own; he doubted the girl was in the mood, hell, he wasn't even sure if she was even in the mood to be talking to him right then. The thought rose up and suddenly Issac was debating with himself. Leave or stay? Stay or leave? Leaving her be was suddenly the most appealing, rather unsure of the sudden change of mind when he had decided to talk to her just moments before. "Anyway, I'll leave you with your hangover remedy and get back to work." A small smile graced the boy's lips, not the smile that he had used so often with customers- overly pleasant and happy- but it his own. Lips curved upwards ever so slightly.

Deciding, now that he had made the first move, she would catch his attention later on if she wanted to talk. And it was back to work again, his blue-grey eyes moved around the familiar interiors of the cafe and settled on table number seven. The lady and the two children had left their table. "Oh, and caffeine supposedly dehydrates you even more. Fruit juices works pretty well though." It was a simple afterthought really, and after having said that he headed for the now empty table.

Issac stacked one bowl onto the second then took the two bowls and placed it on top of the plate. Shifting the cutlery on the plate, he picked up the bill, placing it on top of the bowl, moved the three glasses closer together and with his left hand, picked up the glasses from the rims. With his free hand, he lifted the bottom plate off of the table and eventually found himself trying to balance everything. Pulling away from the table, Issac froze in his tracks, just managing to avoid crashing into some little kid than ran by. But that didn't stop the sudden surprise from causing one of the glasses slip from his fingers. It hit the ground with a crash, the top half become pieces of shards.

A few colorful words left his lips under his breath and at once he could feel gazes on him. Keeping his eyes on the ground for a while, he looked up, a sheepish smile on his lips. Trying his best to ignore the several gazes that still lingered on him, he headed over to the counter. By the time he reached it and placed the plates and remaining glasses down, another waiter had already begun to clean up the shattered glass. Issac rubbed the back of his head absentmindedly. That was definitely coming out of his salary.

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte took another sip from her still hot coffee and nodded. "Mhm," She said simply as the guy paused for just a few seconds. Probably wondering if she was worth the trouble of being nice to or something to that affect. When the guy finally excused himself (he probably thought he was dodging a bullet) and smiled it made Charlotte wonder for a second if the guy was hitting on her. She quickly dismissed the notion as pure lunacy.

Then the guy suggested that she keep herself hydrated by drinking something else. Either he was being nice or trying to bring in more profit for the cafe. Charlotte didn't care either way, coffee was enough for her. But... "What I really need is some hair from the dog, if you know what I mean," She mumbled, loud enough for the guy to hear her.

She looked down at the half empty cup of black coffee and started wondering about other things. Her generation spoke so freely of underage drinking as though it was nothing, like it happened everyday (which it did pretty much). But just a generation earlier the riskiest thing was making out. It boggled Charlottes mind that people her age were so into things that were illegal, and it also disgusted her that she was into it as well. She saw both sides of the arguement but unlike other neutral sources, like Wikipedia or Switzerland, she actually took a side.

A shattering sound broke her introspective thoughts and made her flinch. Her head pounded anew as she turned around to see. Waiter boy had dropped a glass. He looked around a bit meekly and walked away as another waiter cleaned up the mess. Poor waiter boy.