Location: Jackson's Diner ~ Coven House
Interactions: Attempted Phonecalls
Time: 12.40
That morning, he was up early to help open up Jackson's Diner. He had been going there since he had been a young boy; having fond memories of him and his siblings singing along to the Jukebox, whilst waiting for their orders to come through. Now that he was an adult, he worked there. A part time gig. Not wanting to rely soley on his parents and their large money funds. Being responsible was something he knew all too well from a young age; ever since his younger siblings had been born. He was the big protective brother, the one his younger brothers and sister looked up to. And the one magically gifted, that their parents wanted him to be more devoted to the Coven. Unlike his siblings; whom were lazy in the magical aspects and relied more on their parents when it came to finances. As annoying it was, Tristan was well aware he was the one that was picking up after everyone's slack in his family.
Spraying the cleaning product on the tables. Tristan was wiping each of the tables and chairs at the diner clean and setting it up. The Jukebox already going.
Music making it bit of a cheerier job, than cleaning tables in silence. Humming to the familiar tune, that was currently playing.
It wasn't always, that Tristan worked such short hours; despite the job being part time. But today coven matters were more of a priority. Having everything figured out to a tee. But what he didn't expect was for time to get away from him, much quicker than expected. After going through the usual morning cleaning routine, everything was set up. Soon enough, the diner was open and costumers were coming in one by one.
With costumers slowly piling in, Tristan was bouncing between tables; grabbing orders and delivering them as they came. Until his boss stopped him.
"Weren't you supposed to be heading somewhere?" Remembering that he only had him for a limited amount of time.
Tristan looked towards the clock on the wall, that was still seemingly showing it being 10am.
"Yeah, I still have 30 minutes left. Have to be there for 11." Holding a tray of dirty plates and mugs; taking them behind the counter to be cleaned up. Seeing his bosses expression, he wondered what was wrong.
"11? It's noon." His boss informing him.
"The battery run out in the main clock, just forgot to change it." Tristan's eyes widening, when his boss informed him it was noon already.
"F...fudge.." Catching himself, before he could swear in his presence. He was an hour late. It was unlike him. Fumbling with his apron, he almost ripped it half in a hurry.
"I am so late." He grabbed his car keys, from their little hidey-hole behind the counter.
"I think there should be some new batteries out in the back." With that, he almost run out of the door. Leaving his boss slightly chuckling, as Tristan was gone before he could have thanked him.
Rushing to where he parked his car; the light clicking sound of his car keys filled the air. When he finally sat down behind the wheel. Tristan dialled the familiar number of Carlisle Aston. Hoping that the meeting was still on-going, or somehow started later than expected. The phone rung, and rung. But nothing. Hoping that at least Lilith would answer, he tried her next. Instead he reached her voicemail. Mumbling to himself, he sighed.
"I am so dead." Annoyed with himself, as he started the car and started the drive towards the coven house. He'd just simply have to apologise, when he'd see both of them. Hopefully, he hadn't missed anything too important. The drive towards the coven house was quiet peaceful. Taking in the beauty of nature around him, that surrounded the coven's lands, the closer he got towards the main house.
Seeing the lack of cars out front, was a bad sign. Yep, he was way too late. With a sigh, Tristan parked his car in a shady spot. His car never fairing well in the sun. As the insides always seemed to warm up hotter than the inside of an oven, on a sunny day. Upon getting out of the car; he locked it. Tossing his car keys back in his jacket pocket, making his way inside.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Tristan called out. His voice echoing throughout the halls. Hoping that a familiar face might be able to fill him in on what he had missed.
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