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Post by Jesse Alder on Nov 3, 2014 18:14:53 GMT
Calm down. You’re fine. Take your time. It’s just the lunch rush. Shaky hands rubbed over one another as Jesse stared at the lists of orders that seemingly exploded in numbers form the sheer amount of people coming in for the lunch rush. He swallowed once, the gulping sound echoing in his ears over the din of the restaurant before he straightened and started working. Take your time, breathe, don’t stress… Eggs were cracked, fish was flipped over, and greens were mixed. Now don’t mess this part up. Rather elegantly sauce was drizzled over the dish, and a soft sigh escaped from Jesse before a smaller smile graced his feature. Raising the plate to the window and popping the bell once, he called out the order number before beginning the next meal, and the next, and the next.
As the lunch rush slowly faded away, the young man would feel his pulse gradually lessen until finally there was only the occasional order here and there to make up. Relaxing a bit, Jesse slowly leaned over the ordering bar allowing his elbows to rest there and his head to fall into his hands as he glanced out at the waiters and waitresses moving about. This was, without a doubt, his favorite time of the work day, a time when for a brief moment, he had a sense of peace watching the customers eat and leave. Sea green eyes closed for a moment, and a soft sigh escaped from him before a more subtle smile grasped his features. Just a couple more hours, and his shift for the day would be done. I need to go shopping later… I know we’re out of milk at home at least he mused thoughtfully before standing upright again and turning back to the grill. Maybe some tomatoes too he considered briefly before deciding only if they were on sale.
The shout of a boisterous customer would distract the young man from his thoughts rather quickly however. If it had been any closer, Jesse might have jumped three feet in the air, but to his credit, the chef managed to keep both feet fully planted on the ground and only reached briefly for his heart. Head turning back towards the opening between the kitchen and the rest of the restaurant, he leaned through it quickly looking around to see what had occurred.
Connor Logan
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Post by Connor Logan on Nov 11, 2014 23:35:50 GMT
Connor loved the busier times as he practically swam in people and enjoyed conversations with them. It made him happy and made him ridiculous busy. There was no time to focus on his sister in a town away. There was no time to focus on his next gig. There was no time to focus on anything trying to tear at him and force his head down. It was just plates and people’s face he may or may not know. He barely said a word to the other waitress on staff or the cook either- just entertaining people here and there. Several times he broke out into a verse of song which made him grin when people enjoyed it. He enjoyed dancing between the tables and seeing their happy faces. It made his day brighten and his smile only grow. It however only lasted for a bit as most people returned to the beaches or their jobs. It left him a bit sad- but only after he cleaned off the tables and he made sure that the few people left were served. He knew a few from church- and he hoped they were enjoying their meals as he quickly made sure to ring up the last order he got. His calloused fingers quickly clicked over the keys- humming a rather catchy tune that he wanted to write down sometime and maybe play. The green-red haired boy was a rather standout staple of the store- if not for his rather crazy hair it was for his extreme cheeriness that was tangible. It constantly drove him to make other people smile. A bark from the back that would have startled most distracted him as he looked up- seeing a familiar burly person from church. He was done- and instead of waiting patiently- he did quite love to yell. Not deterred from this- he quickly jogged over and gave the man a one armed hug and pouted when he was given all the money in cash as he quite liked working the fun card doohickeys that were rather common. He gave a laugh as his hair was ruffled – walking back to the cash register and putting everything in before giving a glance to the back to see their cook Jesse practically doubled over. “Hey dude, you alright?” Connor spoke informally. “You look like you’re having a heart attack!” He leaned up on his toes to get a better look through the window at the man. Jesse was younger than him- but had a rather more responsible and less childish outward personality- so he sometimes forgot. “Need to call an ambulance?” It would really suck if the kid was having a heart attack this young! Did he have heart problems? Bright red eyes stared worriedly over the counter- hoping Jesse would answer him. He didn’t know what to do!
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Post by Jesse Alder on Nov 16, 2014 19:56:12 GMT
Soft bluish green eyes peered out into the diner space, and as they fixated on the man that had caused their owner to briefly start, they relaxed a little. O-oh, there was no problem was there? That was good then. It was doubtful Jesse could have done anything anyways, but what was the expression- curiosity killed the cat? Realizing he was not only leaning over the small cook counter space but also the grill, Jesse flinched back his arms curling over his apron though it seemed unfazed by the touch of heat. His brother had given him that one, he remembered, and though it was unadorned in detailed fabrications, it was useful in keeping him the tiniest more safe. A soft sigh escaped from Jesse- right before a voice caught his ears.
Glancing up to see the familiar face of Connor, one of the waiters as well as one of the family members that owned the shop, Jesse sucked in a breath and gave a small headshake at the notion that he was having a heart attack. No, that was a few seconds earlier- though now that his hand had reached up and set itself upon his chest, the young man realized how elevated his own pulse was. “I- I’m alright… just a .. little startled was all,” he replied trying to be both reassuring to Connor and himself. The last thing he wanted to think about was the possibility of having to be hospitalized. That would cost more than an arm and a leg.
Briefly glancing around to the kitchen and eventually laying eyes on the clock, he noted the time. While his shift wasn’t done by a long shot, the lunch rush was now over, and maybe he could sneak in a break for a moment or two. Glancing back to Connor, Jesse managed a small smile. “T-though I may take a break,” he noted after a moment more. “Do you see… more people coming in?” he asked attempting to keep speaking.
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Post by Connor Logan on Nov 22, 2014 10:29:55 GMT
Connor blinked a little at the cook- curious to what he could be so freaked about. Even if Jesse told him otherwise- he felt like he was staring at a white sheet. It was already bad enough to be honest with Jesse being so pale- but he tried not to want to drag the boy out to the beach and force him to tan. His voice was wavy- almost like a leaf under the heavy pelt of rain. It was still going to be there when the rain was over- but was none the less beaten up for quite a bit. Especially in a place where it rained all the time. Connor frowned at him a little hearing it. Why was he so easily spooked? Red eyes briefly glanced over to the tables that were clearing out, and he guessed it was just surprising to other people. Judgmental wasn’t in his nature – or so he thought. Maybe Jesse was just a bit stressed and needed to relax a bit. “You look really pale.” Connor commented casually- blinking a few times. Turning his head to the right, he noticed there were more cars leaving- and a glance at the clock told him what he already knew. There would be a few late stragglers, but they weren’t really expecting anyone else to be having a big meal for another half hour. That’s when a trucker or two came in to avoid the wait. “Nah.” The singer finally answered, turning his head back to the cook. “Come out here and have a seat. Don’t want you fainting in there. If someone comes in- you can go back- but we shouldn’t see anyone for a bit. Sit at booth four- or at the counter, I’ll go get all the tips and tally everything and then we can talk and chill for a bit!” He gave a bright little grin, before bouncing off. While one might be rather well aware they were outright demanding that the other person come and talk to them whether they liked it or not, Connor saw no problem. Jesse was a nice guy and he liked to talk. A few more dollar bills in his hand that were totaled and some tables wiped clean- and it was a nice and quiet restaurant once more. Connor was brimming ear to ear- hoping that Jesse would ‘indulge’ him in some conversation, because he did wish to learn more about him!
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Post by Jesse Alder on Nov 24, 2014 17:59:24 GMT
Haphazardly Jesse reached up to press a hand to his face upon Connor noting how pale he was as if he could feel the paleness for himself. Knowingly, his hands recognized his temperature to be slightly off though he wasn’t sure if it was from being at the grill too long or not. I just need to cool down he reassured himself cyclically thereafter. The assurance that there wasn’t a second rush coming in pushed him to pursue the previous thought further, and after a moment, Jesse came stepping out from the kitchen pulling the hair net out as he did so. Running fingers through mostly white hair, he sat down at the booth finding it easier to press his back up against the cushion than simply lean forwards on the bar.
Watching Connor move about, Jesse slowly relaxed letting his elbows rest upon the table. He could feel his pulse regulating once more, and overall by the time Connor was done, he felt calmer. Watching as Connor moved over towards him, the younger man couldn’t help but smile a little. Of what he knew of Connor, Jesse liked. He was as bright as the stars he strove for in terms of personality— if perhaps lacking in maturity and such in the process. Such genuine people seemed hard to come by these days. Jesse knew this well from his own skeletons in the closet. Briefly glancing at the salt and pepper on the far side of the table, Jesse reached at the pepper with his mind. Very briefly, the jar wobbled before lifting maybe a centimeter off the table. It dropped again with a clank when Jesse let go but a second thereafter. Ever still, a small quiet smile grasped Jesse’s features. He liked his power; it was simple.
As Connor presumably sat down, Jesse glanced over once again noting the boy’s smile and slowly reflecting one of his own. “You’ve…been working very hard,” Jesse noted after a moment, his smile becoming smaller and a tad more uncertain. That was an obvious statement, wasn’t it? But then, what else could he have said so early into a conversation?
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Post by Connor Logan on Nov 29, 2014 3:02:27 GMT
Connor was a bit happy that Jesse felt like they could talk. He wasn’t really aware about how pushy he could be to someone else. When it came to people agreeing to talk to him it was just always taken at face value and he enjoyed it. Conversations with people. Words with people, an energy that couldn’t be replicated. It made his heart sing and beat. It made him just more overjoyed when he could connect with people through his songs. He wasn’t sure where the love started- but he was always one who enjoyed the moment of the words connected to someone. When he was done with his work and everything was clean- he practically vaulted into the seat on the opposite seat of the booth- a bright sunny smile on his face. “Thanks!” He chirped- not aware yet of the man’s awkward statement. “You have too! Wait till we get the Christmas rush! There’s going to be a lot of stuff to do! So many people!” His red eyes practically were shining at the idea of the Christmas time. Christmas was the best. Not because of family, but the people, and just everything he could get his hands on. “We have to decorate the restaurant too!” There was a pause before he grinned. “If you don’t celebrate- that’s alright of course- it’s just a big thing here, so if I need to get Mina instead to help decorate later just let me know!” With that he gave a thumbs up to his fellow coworker. He wasn’t really aware of too many that didn’t celebrate Christmas- or some other holy holiday. He tried to be inclusive- but he sometimes forgot that not everyone followed the same path that he did. Spiritually or otherwise. “It’s your first year here- so I don’t know what you know yet about here. We have a big Christmas feast for everyone who works here- and we invite other people who don’t have family and some of the homeless folks in for some food. Christmas isn’t just about the religious part after all- it’s about spending time with friends and family. So if you don’t have anywhere for Christmas- you can join us here. If you don't celebrate it and just want to stuff your face, that's fine too.” The waiter said- resting his back against the booth seat with an easygoing grin.
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Post by Jesse Alder on Dec 23, 2014 18:49:37 GMT
A semblance of a smile came to Jesse’s features as Connor mentioned Christmas. While more customers meant more work and more ways to mix up what he was doing, Jesse loved the holiday. There were so good memories associated with it. Even when times weren’t the best and his parents weren’t the happiest, he could remember for a short time there was a sense of peace like no other that descended upon the house. What he wouldn’t give to have that again.
“I’d like to help decorate,” Jesse spoke softly after Connor explained the tradition of sorts. At five foot eleven inches, the young man was just tall enough to reach most areas comfortably or with little assistance from a step stool, and he was sure he could be a bit more help than Mina in that regard. The girl was very adorable, though, and the spitting image of Connor in the face if not the clearly colored hair. There was perhaps a tinge of color that came and went from Jesse’s features as he found himself dwelling just a little too long on such thoughts. A shake of head was given to clear it, and Jesse focused more on what Connor was saying.
A big Christmas feast? Very briefly Jesse wondered if his brother would sit down for such things. Surely he had Christmas off, didn’t he? All too suddenly, Jesse was unsure of that. He’d have to ask. Regardless, it sounded nice even with a flood of people. They’d be sitting down and at peace with one another. Even if he didn’t know everyone… surely he could at least talk to Connor, right? Or just eat, there was that too. “Would I be able to bring my brother along?” he asked quietly meeting Connor’s warm gaze with a minor uncertainty.
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Post by Connor Logan on Dec 27, 2014 21:13:17 GMT
Connor’s family was rather obsessed with Christmas. He enjoyed it, he thrived on the attention and the excitement of the holidays. It was pleasant to say the least and it made him ecstatic to put the truth. The red-green haired young man loved the holidays as much as he loved the food that came with it. It was hard to say what the Logan family ever thought of what exactly to focus on- but they were joyful for everything. Connor couldn’t wait to put the ornaments up and start singing his head off in the choir. It was perfect and he enjoyed every moment of it. His eyes shined as he heard the response. “We would love to have your help Jesse!” He practically crowed, bright red eyes shining. “Mina and I love having everyone we can over so we can decorate the place in no time flat! We have sooooo many Christmas lights and ornaments you can’t get enough! We have allll kinds of snowmen this year-that’s our theme- so it’s just going to be a really awesome blast- I’m so glad you are going to join in!” The waiter shined with the same enthusiasm he felt. After two blinks- Connor nodded quickly. “Sure, bring your brother! We would love to have you both!” There was no unfriendliness there- though Connor realized he really wasn’t aware that Jesse even had a brother. “I hope you both enjoy it. It’s reallllly awesome. I just realllly have so much fun and it doesn’t really stop and it gets better and better each year, ya know? It’s realllyyy awesome.” One day, Connor would realize babbling doesn’t do much for any conversation.
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Post by Jesse Alder on Jan 20, 2015 2:37:24 GMT
A soft blush and a softer smile grew on Jesse’s visage as Connor spoke. Partially thanks to Connor’s vivid descriptions, he could readily imagine what it was like at Christmas. It sounded so nice with family and warm hearts around. It certainly made the otherwise frosty season tolerable. “Sounds like a plan,” he echoed softly after Connor spoke. Honestly, he was more excited for this than even he had anticipated. It sounded great, really! It was only after this thought that Jesse realized his pulse had elevated surprisingly quickly though from excitement or uncertainty, he had a hard time being sure.
“Ok,” he smiled a little as Connor assured him it would be good to bring his brother. Connor’s hope was so nice— or really the fact he vocalized it so readily. He was such a bright kid personality wise. “I bet it will be a lot of fun,” he continued before a thought came to him. “Is it ok if I bring some peppermint gingerbread men?” he asked readily. They were a specialty of his mother’s that he had picked up very early on in life and more special to him than Jesse would ever truly realize. Getting to share them with a large group of people would be nice, especially getting possible suggestions as to how it could be made better. “I used to make them during Christmas back on the farm,” he said absently unsure if Connor knew that he had once lived apart from the city life. Come to think of it, Jesse didn’t actually know how much he had told Connor about himself— but was pretty sure it wasn’t that much at the end of the day. He’s still so friendly though…. It was a good trait to have, or so Jesse thought.
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Post by Connor Logan on Feb 22, 2015 5:09:21 GMT
The red-green haired boy was all smiles and was practically bouncing in his seat. He looked nothing like the young adult he was supposed to be and everything like the young kid he was acting. Hearing Jesse’s offer of peppermint and gingerbread men- he squealed, letting his arms stretch out on the table briefly out of reflex. “I would love it! Your food is so goooood! I don’t know- wait- I do!” He leaned forward grinning just slightly. “It’s your gift from Santa!” His eyes were wrinkled with a smile as he laughed warmly. The singer couldn’t just let the image go of the quiet Jesse in a santa outfit either! It was so silly! “Farm?” His ears perked up akin to a dog and he grinned. “That’s so cool! I bet you had a lot of fun making them! We can probably still taste the memories in ‘em too!” His smile turned a bit smaller as he laughed awkwardly. “It’s a saying Mom says. She says if you make food with the memories of the past, the people who eat them get a taste of them. That’s why you share food with everyone so they can have a bit of happy too. I know it sounds dorky but I really think it’s a really cool thought, ya know?” Connor reached behind his head to ruffle his hair with a laugh. “We’re weird.” He finished. “But that means we’re a lot of entertainment!” He winked to Jesse as if he was telling an inside joke to hope to make the other smile too.
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Post by Jesse Alder on Mar 22, 2015 18:47:29 GMT
Jesse’s soft smile melted into something warmer as Connor squealed and threw his arms outwards. At the same time he wanted to glance downwards as if to conceal the growing warmth on his features, Jesse found it hard to part with Connor’s gaze. There was something in that starry-eyed stare that had grasped him even as the words that followed heated up his features that much more.
His gift from Santa? A soft breathed laugh escaped from Jesse. How many years had it been since he had believed in such a seasonal being? He couldn’t remember but knew he had far longer than some children. He could, however, distinctly remember being horrified by his father one Christmas when the man put a fire gate over the fire place. Now there was no way Santa could get in! Or so he had cried shortly after. He’d been reassured many times that the big man in red would be able to get in just fine, but the distress he’d been in had seared that particular Christmas into his memories for good. When the small laugh was done, a warm smile embraced Jesse’s features. “Perfect,” he spoke simply back before continuing on.
The more Connor spoke, the softer Jesse’s features became. He had heard of that …story would it be considered? Before. He knew not where he had heard it, could not remember whose lips such words fell from, yet there was a familiarity in such a statement. “I think I’ve heard that somewhere,” he replied softly, a smaller laugh escaping as Connor spoke again about entertainment. He had to say Connor’s family was indeed pretty fun, entertaining, and amazing in their own way. Perhaps if his own family had stayed together, his and Connor’s family could have been friends. Briefly, lips pressed together at that thought, and Jesse was suddenly fighting the urge to fidget. His parents had long since divorced. There wasn’t anything he could do about it now. However, even the smallest of such notions drew surprisingly intense feelings back at a moment’s notice.
A small smile forced its way onto Jesse’s features, and green eyes met red ones again. “You’ll get to taste the crisp open skies and warm fire place,” he spoke after a moment, a sanguine expression residing on his features. “It’ll be perfect.” It would be; he was sure of it.
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