"It's good, although there's only one slice of the apple left." She's already moving to go get it, him not even having to ask. She's got some cleanup to do after that, and she was thinking about sitting in the booth with him while she wrapped silverware-- there wasn't hardly anyone else in the restaurant, and she knew her manager wouldn't mind.
Setting down the plate, Maggie wipes her hands on her apron; her hair's pulled back from her face, and even though she's wearing clothes that are a bit more modern than either of them are particularly used to, she's still got on a long sleeved blouse, but she's wearing slim-fitting black trousers instead of a skirt. It came on the advice of one of her coworkers, since the skirt she'd interviewed in didn't seem to lend itself to climbing up on ladders to get stock.
It's only been a week and a half, but somehow she feels like they're both already irrevocably changed by where they are now. neighbors, yes, but this place... It was a chance that she wasn't going to give up, even though she knew he must fiercely miss both his brothers and his land. Coming back with the silverware tray and napkins, she sits down across from him and starts to roll them into neat little bundles, her legs crossed at the knee. Lord, how she'd give her left arm for a smoke, but that was one of the hard things-- No smoking indoors, here.
"Deliveries go well this morning?" She doesn't look up from her work as she keeps rolling-- but it's clear she's interested.
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Date: 2016-01-28 03:28 am (UTC)Setting down the plate, Maggie wipes her hands on her apron; her hair's pulled back from her face, and even though she's wearing clothes that are a bit more modern than either of them are particularly used to, she's still got on a long sleeved blouse, but she's wearing slim-fitting black trousers instead of a skirt. It came on the advice of one of her coworkers, since the skirt she'd interviewed in didn't seem to lend itself to climbing up on ladders to get stock.
It's only been a week and a half, but somehow she feels like they're both already irrevocably changed by where they are now. neighbors, yes, but this place... It was a chance that she wasn't going to give up, even though she knew he must fiercely miss both his brothers and his land. Coming back with the silverware tray and napkins, she sits down across from him and starts to roll them into neat little bundles, her legs crossed at the knee. Lord, how she'd give her left arm for a smoke, but that was one of the hard things-- No smoking indoors, here.
"Deliveries go well this morning?" She doesn't look up from her work as she keeps rolling-- but it's clear she's interested.