Making Plans II

STORM

Justin came to the restaurant around thirty minutes past two in the afternoon, looking quite tired even though he had managed to clean up alright.

He waved at me when he saw that I had already seen him before trudging to the seventh table and collapsing on one of the chairs like he was carrying the weight of the world on his head.

Quickly, I left my working post since the other servers were around and the customers had drastically reduced. I stalked toward him, holding a cupcake in my hand. Justin loved cupcakes to a fault.

“Here, friend.” I said, dropping the cupcake right in front of him before sitting down on one of the light orange chairs.

“Storm, you are always a life saver.” He muttered, before taking a bite of the cupcake, holding his head while he did so, as if he was in pain.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, tapping him slightly on the arm.

“Yes, just a wicked headache that has chosen to stay with me for life.” He answered, whining in satisfaction when he took another