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 Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 9:31 pm
She was finally going back to school! Yvette was ecstatic! She managed to finally save up enough money so she could go to school and get herself a degree. The girl had only just finished up the paperwork and turned it in to the college, but she was glowing, practically vibrating with excitement! Sure, she'd still be working for Mrs. Ortiga for a while, but this was the start of a new life for the girl!
She needed to celebrate. Unfortunately, both Mommy and Daddy were at work (it was a rare occasion when Daddy had work during daytime hours).
I deserve this!
With that thought in mind, the dark-haired girl meandered into a restaurant she knew had good food. And... a place she knew would actually go out of their way to make sure she was safe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 9:43 pm
Yvette had made a name for herself the last time she was in the diner, mostly because the head cook had to completely redo everything after she left to deal with Noah's intense paranoia. His cook might not have had fond memories of her, but Noah, who was a janitor today, looked up and greeted her with a smile and a wave.
"Hey, you!" He said with familiarity that might not have been quite earned, but Noah was a friendly guy, he wanted to be familiar with everyone. "What are you so happy about?"
There might have also been a small glance around for her scary as all hell daddy who always seemed a wrong twitch away from pounding the crap out of Noah.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:54 pm
Yvette was a quiet girl. The immediate greeting prompted the girl to look to her sides, both left and right, then point a finger silently at herself. It was a classic "Who me?" gesture. There had been nobody else who had entered with her, so it was most likely that it was her. However, it didn't mean he couldn't have been hailing someone who was outside. The glass probably wasn't soundproof. Maybe he had a friend outside he was trying to prompt.
Maybe.
Probably.
Probably not
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 9:25 pm
The corners of Noah's mouth dropped and he looked around her as well. Who else? The obviousness made him uneasy, wondering where that could've possibly gotten lost in translation.
"Yes, you," He said, easily bouncing back to a more upbeat demeanor for a laugh.
He put the mop aside and rubbed his hands on the sides of his jeans until he could go back and wash them properly. "What are you doing here? Where are you parents?"
He may have assumed she was bordering on the 'teenage girl who is always with her parents' rather than a legitimate 20 year old, but hey, it wasn't his fault she basically flashed that vibe like a Las Vegas Boulevards' worth of neon signs.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:38 pm
"A-aren't... you the server from last time?"
Her face had already grown quite pink just from all the attention she had suddenly gotten from the lilac haired man. She really hadn't talked to him much, so the fact he was already asking her a pile of questions really seemed to ruffle her figurative feathers. Though, it was never that hard to get her flustered.
Her eyes drifted to her toes pretty quickly, and she attempted to give the man the answers he sought out.
"...I... um... I came for pie... andmyparentsareatwork..."
The girl shifted awkwardly in place, an arm reaching behind her back to latch onto her other arm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:28 am
"Oh!" Noah looked down at his 'I'm-the-Janitor' dirty ensemble and laughed. "Um... I guess I'm whatever I need to be? I'm the owner, and we're always understaffed." They were getting a reputation, like he could afford that. Ugh.
"But if you want some pie you can just take a seat, I'll find one of the girls to take your... order..." He trailed off, looking for one of his servers, edging into a mild panic as he considered the very real possibility he forgot to schedule anyone for this shift.
"Is that strawberry girl?!" An angry shout echoed from the kitchen.
"Oh shut up," Noah barked back. No one liked workplace compliance but he was hoping the gruff cook wouldn't go beyond bitching from the back of the kitchen. Yvette looked like she would disintegrate from that much conflict.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:22 am
Her mouth formed a small O shape, which was about the same as the sound that exited as well.
"Ohhhhhh!"
It made sense why he seemed so intent on making certain things went well during her previous visit. Probably didn't want to risk getting sued if her allergies did indeed rear up their ugly head. It wasn't like she did this stuff on purpose.
She was just about to edge off to a seat like the current-janitor had suggested, when she could hear something from the back.
".................................."
Her face had managed to turn quite red now. She had a reputation?! And a bad one if she got the tone of voice right! It wasn't her fault that her body stopped liking strawberries when she was about 5 years old!
Much of the happiness which had been upon her features had seemed to vanish as she grew very self-conscious. "M-maybe.... maybe I should go..." She didn't want to be a burden to anybody.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:56 am
"No!" Noah looked like he was going to have a complete spaz attack when Yvette reacted like she did. It wasn't her fault the guy was a little cranky about having to actually follow rules! Okay maybe he would've thought she was being a wimp if she wasn't so clearly an easily frightened kid, but still. He wanted to fix it, desperately.
"I mean, no, ignore him, he's just a jerk, I swear, it's fine, just sit! Um... how about pie? We have chocolate. Or um... something else?"
Maybe he sounded a little 'please don't go', and he was, but there was also the crushing guilt Yvette seemed to induce because she always looked one step away from crying.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:30 pm
Yvette wasn't a very strong-willed girl. It was easy to hurt her feelings, it was easy to make her cry, and it was easy to convince her she was the one at fault. Even with the diner's owner laying the blame on his cook, the fact he was telling her to sit and eat pie made it feel as if she was the one overreacting.
Maybe she was.
Or maybe she was acting just right, considering how bad her allergies actually were.
In a submissive manner, the girl seemed to whimper out "...kay..." With tiny steps, she seemed to scuttle to the counter and took herself a seat.
She wasn't going to take up much space, since she didn't have more than one person. However, much of the cheer which had been on her face prior seemed extinguished now. She just sat there, eyes on her lap, as if waiting for someone to bring her a menu.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:36 pm
Yvette's defeat was like a physical force that only existed to stab Noah's heart with a corkscrew. He felt SO. BAD. It was almost too much to handle and remain standing.
"No, please don't feel bad," He practically begged and pulled a plate of pastries from the display counter, giving them a quick glance to make sure they didn't have any unidentified red fruit on, in, or near them and pushed it towards her from the other side of the counter, attempting to bribe the cheer back with copious amounts of sugar. "No, please, I'll get you anything you want, you shouldn't feel so bad, I'm serious!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:58 pm
Not too many people ever seemed to resort to this sort of tactic with Yvette. Daddy was one of the people most prone to bribery with sweets. Topher and Eva were prone to it as well.
Save for the few, most would simply brush off her antics. Tell her to grow up. Go back to life as if she didn't cause them any problems.
Almost like a squirrel, the dark-haired girl took up one of the pastries, drew it up to her mouth, and pretty much nibbled on it. Yvette was never a fast eater, so even such a simple morsel would probably take her ten minutes to get through.
Some of the burning color from her cheeks cooled, but they still remained quite rosy. After a good 2 or 3 minutes, she finally eventually said something.
"I'm... finally going to college..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 5:30 pm
Noah was waiting, practically dying for her to say something. Anything. Though he was mostly expecting it to be a food order,
He smiled when she shared the news, though. "Oh, that's great! What are you going to study? I got kind of a rough start in getting to college. Family bullshit. But it was worth it."
He watched her nibble at the pastries and gave a nervous laugh. "Um... don't want anything else?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:30 pm
The girl seemed to almost squeak a bit at his rather harsh language. She wasn't prone to cursing or listening to cursing. However, she continued to nibble until prompted to speak up again.
"Um... well... now I don't know what I want... Imean...Ikindawanttoenjoythisfirst..." She pulled her barely even started attempts at eating the treat away from her mouth and waggled it at the man. "I...don't eat very fast..." she confessed in a lilting tone.
Before resuming her nibbling, she attempted to give him an answer to his question. "I'm not sure yet... like... I'd love to go for something fashion-design related... but... Idon'tthinkI'dbeanygoodatit..." Yvette was ever the optimist. Quite promptly she stuffed her mouth with the end of her treat and resumed consumption.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 8:07 am
"Sorry! Sorry..." Noah spazzed like he'd accidentally hit her or something and put up his hands defensively. "I mean, take your time and uh... all that..." Yvette always made him feel like he was committing atrocities towards mankind or something. "Whatever you want."
She brought up fashion design and suddenly he was totally lost-- well not suddenly, since he had been lost for the majority of this conversation-- and found himself wishing he could will Phina or Zia into existence nearby to coach him. He resorted to, "Oh, I'm sure you'd be great at it!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:00 pm
Even with his reassurances, it didn't seem to ease the girl's mind at all. Even his failing attempt to make her feel better about herself was only met with a pair of indigo eyes looking at him, almost as if letting him know she knew that he was just trying to make her feel better. He was only saying it, he didn't really even know.
People were always saying things just to make her feel better.
Which tended to make her feel worse.
She refused to take the treat out of her mouth, as if trying to keep it there so she didn't have to talk, but then instead she swallowed something wrong, and the poor girl soon enough started coughing almost like how an infant would. Her eyes immediately started to water as she struggled to regain her composure.
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