the sun was high--- the mid-summer light danced on the brick roads of the bustling little town. four men made their way down, checking out little shops on their way. soap kept getting distracted by little trinkets in the windows, pressing his palms to the glass like a child. and to think, they let this guy handle the explosives.

"let's go in 'ere." soap started. "looks nice enough, yeah?" ghost rolled his eyes and entered the shop. the others followed close behind.

inside was you. you were stationed as waitress, currently taking the order of another couple with a polite smile and a notebook in your hands. they group took their seats and could only pray that they would have the privilege of being your next table.