Making Plans II

STORM

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

He waved at Storm when he saw that she 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, she left her working post, since the other servers were around and the customers had drastically reduced. She strolled to him leisurely, holding a cupcake in her hand. Justin loved cupcakes to a fault.

"Here, friend." She said, dropping the cupcake right in front of him, before sitting down on one of the burnt-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?" She asked him, tapping him slightly on the arm.