Bod's second week of work was a little quieter than his first. He'd had a rather difficult week and while he'd gone about greeting every single member of the staff, he hadn't done much else. They'd started cooking and he'd started making sure the diner was ready to be opened and patronized.
Earlier in the day, he'd called
Jacob and then, just
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"Chicken Chili..." Should she go for it, she would perhaps stop staring at the name and actually ask the guy that was apparently in charge about it.
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"I'll have one of those, then. And the name's Charlie McGee." Because introducing herself was important, somehow.
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"Nobody Owens," he introduced, nodding. "Bod for short though so as to prevent confusion. Pleasure to meet you, Charlie. Have you just arrived recently to town?"
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"With the last wave", and excuse her if she started to laugh out of the blue. "Oh man...my life is so screwed up."
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They were just few and far between lately.
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"Unless of course you want to compare."
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Her right hand's fingers were messing with her left hand ones, as if her fingernails itched. The itch was on her head, though, but she ignored it. Hunger, probably, but Charlie felt she was forgetting something.
"And you?"
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She would need a second to think about that. "Sounds...calm. Living on a graveyard. There is one here, you knew? Oddly enough, it's a good place to think. And to have a quiet time." She released her left hand from the evil-doings of her right one, and started messing with a loose strand of hair.
"Although it probably sounds weird? Spending time on a graveyard just for the sake of wanting peace." Charlie supposed Bod was some sort of expert on that field.
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