It's a fairly quiet day at Sparky's; not many people coming in, and only a few sticking around to sit down when they did. That meant for a lot of your shift, you were standing around, cleaning tables and such.

As you were wiping off a table that a few teenagers had just used, you hear the door open and glance over your shoulder. Four people, two women, and two men, walked in, making their way to a free table. You flash them a friendly smile as welcome. The older woman, a thin woman with dirty blonde hair, simply scoffs, rolling her eyes as she sat down beside the uncomfortable looking man in a suit. The younger woman, though, looking around about your age with brown hair and a fair complexion, returned your smile with a somewhat anxious one of her own, before sitting down besides a man who looked a couple years older than her.

After you finish cleaning the table you're at, you place your cloth and disinfectant spray behind the counter, wash your hands, then glance over at the newly occupied table, about to take their order. And yet, you can't help but notice that the younger woman still looks incredibly uncomfortable. She seemed like she didn't want to be there at all, staring off out the window while the older woman talked to the others rather loudly. You couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic towards her as you headed over.

"Hello, and welcome to Sparky's! Can I get you anything?"

You ask as you approached the table, a warm, welcoming smile on your lips. It seems you interrupted whatever conversation they were having, because the blonde scowled, turning to look at you reluctantly. Max seemed somewhat relieved at your interruption, though.

"We're not ordering."

The blonde responded curtly, rolling her eyes. The uncomfortable looking man beside her seemed to deflate slightly in disappointment.