here too? (andrina)

[kate]

Oh, the wonderful joys of work. Arista worked at the Cafe on the Corner and usually it was pretty busy, as it was right now. She was a server here, and a job like that was pretty much demanding. Do this, do that. Her favorite was; 'I need more to drink' or anything that started with 'I need...'. Really? It was not an I need. The customers never needed anything, unless it was to use the bathroom of course. It was always a want. You WANT that, you don't NEED it. People in poor areas of the world need things that you can have whenever you want it.

Right now she was serving a family with a small child who just loved to toss his food around. Those kids were always annoying. Especially when their food landed on you. Unfortunately, that was what just happened to Arista as she was taking their dessert order. The kid was messing with his spagetti and SPLAT, it landed on her blouse. A glare formed on her face as her cheeks started to become a shade of red. She was a princess, and if it wasn't for Andrina, she would be treated like a princess. She loved her sister, but because she decided to hook up with the wrong man and get her heart all broken and stuff, they were sent to Tintagel Academy for a new start. Arista had to follow to look after her sister, which she rarely did. She had her own life, and she wasn't going to let their father ruin it by making her be Andrina's babysitter.

"Excuse me, as I walk away to wipe my blouse that YOUR child so kindly threw food at." She told the couple with an annoyed face. One of things you should always do is smile and keep the customers happy, but she was not in the mood to do that when parents couldn't even keep their child from throwing food. It was not a baby, it was a toddler. He was probably like two or something. She turned on her heels and stomped away, dropping the pad of paper and pen she was using to take the order on the counter where the cash register was. She went into the back and grabbed a wet cloth with a small amount of soap to wash the stain on her blouse as best as she could.

[Andrina]

Andrina was having...issues. Well. Different issues than usual. Something had happened...again...and she was rather disoriented...again. It seemed Andrina had a knack for getting herself into trouble. The last thing she can sort of remember was the night here and Mumble had a drunken argument on a train. She had said some mean things, and she could vaguely recall hitting him quite a few times. Most importantly, though, she had the sinking feeling that they had worked something out. Something...important...something that changed things between them. Unfortunately, weather that was a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be sorted. That and all the fuzzy rushing images of her past two weeks. Something told her to not try too hard. however, a twisting in her gut that that urged her to remain ignorant. Every time she really sat down to think about it, she got all jittery and nervous and not in the exciting way like she did before a concert or bungee jumping. She literally felt scared, which really was not something Andrina felt often enough it would seem on account of her common injury, but now she was scared. Scared enough to want to avoid the reason for at least a little while longer.

Andrina wandered about campus, half way in a daze, but somehow ended up in a cafe that she'd never been in before. She blinked a few times upon entering, trying to decide if she had actually been her sometime during that fuzzy part of her memory, but nothing struck a a chord and she was trying to avoid remember those days anyhow. She made her way up to the counter and simply asked for a water, realizing she was rather parched. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to at least recall simple things. Her name was Andrina...Andy...okay that was good to know. And she had...some kind of a relationship with Mumble....her head felt like she'd banged it a few hundred times against a wall then drugged herself to melt the pain away.

Someone called her attention that her water was ready to be paid for. She turned and she could have sworn she recognized a wave of impossibly blonde hair as it swept back into the kitchen. Over powered by curiosity she stood her place and waiting for whoever it was to pass through again.