Work, Work, Work {Open}

[Aaron Reid Jackson]

Aaron ran a hand through his hair as he walked quickly towards the cafe where he worked as a waiter. He sighed as he pushed through the cafe doors and walked in he waved to some of the other workers there before he walked in the back and pulled on his apron and his pen and notepad and wandered out into the main part of the cafe. He hoped that his little brother Logan was okay in his nursery school he like most days spent as much time as he could trying not to be distracted by the thought of his 3 year old brother alone with other strangers for the whole day. He along with a few others had signed his brother up for the full day of nursery school because he worked from 9;00 to 5;00 almost every night.

He tapped the black and gold pen against his notepad absently as he waited for the first customers of the day to traipse in he knew a few of the regulars names and their orders off by heart because he had their names and usual orders written down on the back pages of his notepad. He wondered which regulars were due to day perhaps it would be Betty and Lenard or their daughter and her husband but it might just be Lenard because it was becoming obvious that it was nearing that time when Betty needed to be put in a nursing home but Aaron would never say that not to Lenard's face directly he usually mentioned off-handly that nursing homes were a good idea when the goings got rough. He looked up as someone walked into the cafe he waited until they sat down before he went over to take their order he didn't want to seem too eager. 

[Aria May Wright]

Having a daily schedule that she liked to follow, it was rather predictable that Aria made her way to the quaint little Rosewood Cafe on her trek across town early in the morning. One of the bad parts about her living situation was the distance from the mall - which was where she graciously earned her living inside of the local HMV store. Luckily, her shift didn't start until ten and when she made her way in to Rosewood Cafe, the clock read on 9:15 - more than enough time to make her daily stop and then be at work on time like always.

Aria had her own place in the cafe. Though her name wasn't on it or anything, every day she made her way to the same two-seated table right by the front window, where she'd sit down happily. She would order a coffee, three cream and two sugers, and a blt sandwich that she would enjoy to the best of her ability before heading out to complete her walk. Actually, sometimes she went for bacon and eggs - but she always seemed to make a ritual of having some sort of breakfast at the Rosewood every day that she worked.

Thumbs resting in the pockets of her jeans, Aria's dark eyes scanned the cafe before she headed to her regular seat. She idly scanned the menu, even though she was well aware that in the end she would just make the same order that she did every other day.

[Aaron Reid Jackson]

Aaron watched the girl come in and head towards a specific table as if she had been going to that table a lot much like a habit. He gave her a few minutes to scan the menu before he wandered over and said, "Good morning can I get you something to drink or do you know what you want already?" He spoke in such a calm sure manner that it was obvious he'd said that line multiple times so many that it came naturally. He looked out the window distracted by the hustle and bustle of the early morning rush to get to work and school. He smirked as he spotted a man stumbling down street his paper flying everywhere talking on phone and holding a cup of coffee he'd go help him but he was working and it would be rude to wander off while taking someone's order.

He quietly and as discreetly as he could pulled his phone out and scanned it to see if he had any messages from his brothers day care seeing none he turned his phone off and slid away. He checked his phone periodically throughout the day just in case the day care called him about his brother but he'd told them to either call his apartment or call the manager and have them pass any messages they get onto him. but there were never any issues that involved his brother because his brother was by all means of the word a goody two shoes and an angel he rarely got sick and he rarely ever caused any sort of trouble for aaron and the day care.

[Aria May Wright]

Having delved idly in to the menu for several minutes, Aria was quite aware of what her order would be today. She glanced at the waiter who came to her, noting that he couldn't really be much older than she was - not that there was anything odd about it. He was probably trying to support himself, get himself through school, whatever. Just like everyone else in this little town, right?

Aria nodded, giving him a friendly smile before closing the menu in her hands and resting it on the table in front of her. "Uhm, yes," she said, her slightly high pitched voice carrying a soft, friendly tone to it. "I'd like a glass of orange juice and a blt, hold the mayo." She told him, brown eyes resting on him as she noticed him tak his phone out. Texting on the job - tsk, tsk. She wouldn't say anything, though - Aria was more than guilty of doing the exact same thing when she was at work. She'd deny it if she was asked, though.

"Oh, and I'd also like a blueberry muffin," Aria added last-second, before he was about to head away. It wasn't for part of her breakfast meal, no. It was a break-time snack for later, when she was on the job. Always finding herself hungry half way through her shift, she'd opted to combat the issue before it started today.

[Aaron Reid Jackson]

Aaron nodded and scribbled down his order as he said, "Alrighty, i'll get that i'll bring your orange juice and your muffin in a sec, you blt will be a few minutes okay?" He gave her a warm smile as he wandered over to the counter and slid the order across and pulled his phone out as it started ringing madly. He looked it and answered the call once he realized it was Logan's daycare. He sighed as muttered, "This is Aaron Jackson? is Logan okay Mrs. Morris? did something happen to him?" He sighed as he listened to the woman on the other end before glanced over at the woman at the table and at his boss. He sighed in relief as he said smiling, "Mrs. Morris! you scared me there! I thought something horrible had happened to my brother...anyways I can't stay on the phone i'm at work i'm serving someone I'll call you back later alright and thank you for wishing me good luck"

He let out a sigh of relief as he put his phone away and picked up the tray that had the woman's muffin and BLT and drink on it. He carried the tray over to her and said,"Sorry about the wait there!" he gave her a small chuckle as he set her food and drink on the table in front of her he stepped back and waited for a response he hoped she wouldn't get mad at him for taking a call on shift but then again he really should be worried about his boss he could not lose this job he and Logan needed it way more then anyone knew it.

[Aria May Wright]

"That's fine," Aria said, giving the waiter a small, friendly nod as he walked off to do whatever it was he did - get her order prepared, she supposed. Twiddling her thumbs, Aria's gaze settled on the scene outside the cafe, where people with their own lives, all unknown to her, made their way through Front Street to get to wherever they were headed. She was genuinely curious as she watched, wondering what exactly each of those people was doing - where were they going? Why were they going there? What was their story? Would she ever hear it? To entertain herself, and too satiate her undying curiosity about the lives of these other people, Aria came up with stories in her head.

The blonde, tall and skinny with a coffee in her hand as she rushed down the road like her life depended on it was a lawyer - breaking the 'dumb blonde stereotype' more than anything. She looked about twenty six, and Aria could see her having a small child at home with a stay at home husband keeping an eye on it, because she was the one that made more money out of the two. She'd just taken on a tough case, and she was stressed out and almost late for work , not to mention her daughter had kept her up pretty much all night. She needed to get her shit straight if she was going to get this guy off the hook. He was a twenty-four year old, charged with rape of a woman he never actually raped. The victim was his ex girlfriend - they got in to a big fight after a round of rough sex and they broke up, bringing the crazy in her out as she left.

The shorter, chubbier man that came in to her sight after that was struggling to pay for his family - a lovely, caring wife who he'd been with since he was sixteen and three little girls, aged two four and seven. He'd just been laid off from his job in one of the factories, and his family definitely wasn't a single income home. He brown manilla envelope held resumes in it, and his beady brown eyes were scanning every shop's front for a 'help wanted' sign. Any job would be better than none right then.

Occasionally her eyes flickered back to the unnamed waiter, and she noticed him answer the phone. She couldn't hear the words clearly, but she sensed the incredible amount of urgency in her tone, and she caught a couple words. "Is Logan okay?" Who was Logan? With a new person to come up with a story for, her mind began to wander. Was Logan his kid, or maybe a cousin or a sibling? Child seemed most likely, siblings and cousins didn't generally get called when something was wrong with a kid. The waiter didn't seem that old - a teen father, desperately trying to hold an income so that he could properly raise his son, perhaps? Oh, there was so much that she just didn't know about people. Every bit of it intrigued Aria to know more and more about them all.

When he came over, a tray carrying her food and drink in hand, Aria gave him another small smile. "Thank you," she said in a sincere tone as he placed her order on the table in front of her. "Though you probably shouldn't be answering calls at work," she added. There was a hint of friendly joking in her voice that she hoped he'd catch.

[Aaron Reid Jackson]

Aaron gave her a quick nod as he waved to a couple that entered to let them know he would be right with them. He glanced around the cafe there were only 3 people on for the morning shift including Aaron himself there were usually 4 but the fourth person had called in sick with a lice infestation going on in their house. Aaron was glad he had short hair because it meant he couldn't get lice very easily and he always put anti-bug herbal hair product in his hair to avoid getting lice because he had heard from those who had, had the misfortune to acquire lice that they were a horrid thing to deal with and to get rid of.

Aaron could tell that the woman was staring at him trying to figure him out probably he didn't call her out on it because well he didn't feel like it and he had done a lot worse by answering his phone while in the middle of his shift. He shrugged as he said, "Your welcome and I apologize for that my brothers daycare center likes to call me during odd hours of the day to tell me things Mrs,. Morris wanted to wish me good luck for something i'm not too sure what but i'll take as much luck as possible" He gave her a warm smile as he turned his notepad over to a fresh page so he could take the other couple's order.

[Aria May Wright]

She swirled her fingers around against the edge of the table as the waiter shrugged and tried to explain himself - that made Aria feel like she'd incriminated him in a way. But it also told her that it was, in fact, about his brother, and that made her question why. She always did that, question peoples' lives - and it wasn't like she had any right to bugger in to other people's lives in the way that she always wanted to. But the fact that each and everything other person on this whole planet, all seven billin of them, each had lives and personalities as complex, if not more, than her own drove her to the brink of stalker-like curiosity at times. (She didn't actively stalk anyone, but there were a few people she got close to that she just wanted to know more about... She'd 'accidentally' ran in to them a few times, but not because she tracked their every movement. People needed to keep their private lives more, well, private. Social networking made knowing more about a person than they wanted you to know way too easy in these days.)

"It's fine, it's cute that she calls you," Aria commented after the waiter finished speaking, pushing her muffin to the side with one finger and giving him a small, genuine smile before he walked off to wait another couple that had just walked in to the store. She did her best not to ogle at the others as she thought, absentminded more than usual. Instead she pushed her muffin farther away, took a gracious sip of her orange juice, which tasted like heaven on her tongue, and took a small bite of her sandwich. Glancing out the window beside her, she hummed her favourite song a little before she took another bite.

[Aaron Reid Jackson]

He twirled his pen through his fingers he was careful not to fling it across the room something he'd done multiple times while working here and in some of the other cafes, restaurants and bars he'd worked at. He was glad he didn't have to work at another bar any time soon because it had not been fun working in a bar for the few weeks he had.

He'd been attacked physically and verbally by drunken patrons who felt he was either not allowed to cut them off from their drinking or just being annoying enough to punch and insult. He blinked rapidly a few times as a loud car horn going off outside jolted him back to reality and out of his thoughts. it was successful for a moment until he started to think about the fact that since he was 16 years old then his brother most people assumed that he was son and proceeded to ask him various questions about him until he stated very clearly that the young was his brother not his so but then again he was 19 years old with a young 3 year old who looked quite a bit like him so it was no wonder that people mistook him the Logan's father.

He'd thought of buying Logan a shirt that read I love my big brother with an arrow pointing in a direction and have himself always walk on the side that the arrow was pointing in just to get people to stop asking him questions he didn't feel like answering but there were times when he did feel more like Logan's father then his brother because he was the only older figure Logan had at the moment that could potentially grow to be a father figure and Aaron had no doubt in his mind that one day he would grow to be like a father to Logan and perhaps he was like one to the younger boy already and just didn't know it yet. He gave the woman as smile as came back to her table.