Daniel lead the way towards one of the nearest choices and with the limited funds she was sure he had someplace cheap was a good choice. Being a gentleman held the door to which she gave a gracious, thank you. They were immediately sat down at a table near one of the corners. Alex sat so she could keep an eye on the front door.
Their waitress was a nice woman, of about middle age. The stresses of the job had taken its toll on her appearance. She had a face of someone no stranger to hard work and stress. Alex wondered if she'd end up like that, especially now.
“Whad'll it be youngin's?”
"I'll have two pancakes, some sausage, and skim milk,"
“' 'lright,” she said turning her attention to Alex, “How about you, honey?”
“Just an oatmeal and water, please.”
The woman gathered up their menus and nodded, “It'll be out shortly,” she said as she walked away towards the back.
They both fell silent for a moment, listening to everything going on around them. The place wasn't very full, in fact, patrons were pretty parse. A radio played overhead from what she assumed as a local station. The music, was pleasant and calming. In the far corner, a muted TV played the news. She sighed, satisfied for the moment that they were safe.
She wondered how long it would take for the stress of looking for someone around every corner would take to turn her into their waitress, the poor woman. The waitress returned with his milk and her water.
“Here ya' go.”
“Thank you,” she said gripping the cool glass in her hand. She slowly took a slip of water. It was a bit stale, but she couldn't complain. She looked at her companion quietly firing a glance back at the front door every so often.
“How do you do it?” she said in a hushed tone, “You have people constantly out after you and you are so calm. Don't you worry?”