Edward Silas Dayze sighed, watching the door for the next customer. He worked as a waiter at restaurant on the 'cheaper' side of town. And, like all waiters, he lived off tips... So he was dead broke. Only two others worked there- the owner/cook, and the waitress, who didn't show up much. Edward sighed. Dead broke... Or, just dead...
(Edward:
Today the waitress did show up. "Hey," she said. "How's the . . ." she looked the place over. " . . . dump?"
He chuckled humorlessly. "Empty. Dead. Hopeless." He had a slight British accent.
"Then I wonder why I decided to come. Does anyone EVER come or is it always dead?" Sasidy asked.
"Umm..."
"hmm."
"Maybe someone will show up." He said sarcastically.
"Yeah. I'm sure." Sasidy laughed, not believing for a second that it would happen.
He shrugged. "I only show up because if I don't, I starve."
"I live with my friend. She has a good job, and I have a bank account. You know, while it lasts."
"Good plan."
Sassidy tilted her head and smiled a sweet but mischievous smile. "Yes, it's my wonderful but sinister plan."
He raised his eyebrows. "And by that you mean..?"
She laughed, happy to answer questions that made her the center of attention. "Plans shouldn't be explained to anyone except those who are working with you in that plan. At least, I hold that as one of my strong beliefs."
Edward grinned. "Fair enough."
"Great. Now is there at least ONE person who comes here? 'Cause I could be catching a movie or something."
"Not usually. I'm just amazed you haven't been fired. No offense."
"Why? Because the owner comes to his own dump?" She put a hand on her hip. "I wouldn't be able to stand coming here if I was the owner."
Edward smiled. "Like I said, only here so I don't starve."
"Oh, come on! You could get a better job! You just need to look in at a different place!"