Der Waffle Haus, Wednesday Afternoon

[notbreakable]

Claire was pretty much invincible. She could heal quickly. She couldn't die. So why was she so afraid to leave her apartment unless she had to? Why had she allowed herself to let anyone scare her this way? Enough that she hardly left her apartment. No one knew she was here. At least no one who was looking for her

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[cirrasurvivor]

Mid-meal, Callisto (in uniform) approached Claire's table.

"Your server has had to leave. I will now serve you. Are you feeling satiated by our terrible yet affordable food?"

[notbreakable]

Claire blinked. "Uh...sure?"

[cirrasurvivor]

"Do you need a refill or more disgusting, greasy slop?" Callisto asked.

[notbreakable]

This had to be the weirdest service ever. "I could use a coffee refill. Also? I don't think the food's really so bad here."

[supermild]

Jason came into the Waffle Haus, a copy of the Daily Planet in one hand, and a camera slung over his neck. He smiled at Clair before sitting in a nearby booth.

[notbreakable]

Claire smiled back.

[supermild]

"Hey. I'm Jason."

[notbreakable]

"Hey," Claire replied. "I'm Claire. Nice to meet you."