I usually took my breaks in the back where there was less noise and frankly less people to bother me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like speaking with those that had known me since I was crawling and the visitors alike, I loved it in fact, but breaks were to reenergize. Doesn’t everyone need that quiet time to themselves when every other moment is spent trying to make others happy?

For some reason I decided to sit at the bar, however, and was only bothered a couple times. I smiled brightly to everyone, thanking them for the compliments. It was when I was finally left in peace that I noticed him. A man that was probably a little older than my twenty-two that I didn’t recognize, though he didn’t have a fanny pack or any brochures tucked into his back pocket like the others. His long hair told me he probably wasn’t here for business either, which didn’t surprise me; Raliegh wasn’t a place exactly hopping with open jobs. He did have a camera, though.

I didn’t say anything at first, but the poor guy had been waiting for service much too long. I slipped off my stool and sat back down right beside him, leaning in a little to get his attention. “You’ve been waiting longer than you should to get your food. Tell me what you want, I’ll order it with mine and it’ll be here in a second,” I offered, putting an elbow on the bar with my fingertips at my hair. “The chips here are the best, I promise it’ll make you never want to leave,,” I added, waving the nearest employee, Karen, over. The workers knew my break wouldn’t be long so they would always try and help me as quickly as possible.