Axl was tired; he had fought with some paparazzi earlier. "Damn, do they really think I'm dead?" he thought to himself as he entered a roadside café that didn't have many customers. Okay, he had only been seen once since the beginning of the year, but didn't anyone think that a rock star like him would have his death announced?! Go to hell... he thought again. Guns had been on tour for almost two years, couldn't people give him a break to be alone? He snapped out of his daydreaming when a young, tall, slim, and somewhat alternative-looking woman appeared beside him wearing a blue waitress uniform.