Taking another double shift was the least of Antonia's problems but she definitely had been feeling the exhaustion setting in. "I'll take..a number seven and your phone number sweet cheeks." one of the truckers cackled, as Antonia scribbled down his order. She raised her eyebrows, she usually would belittle the man, tell him to fuck right off back to the place he came from. "I'll take a cup of coffee too." the man added, and Antonia nodded. [i]"Coming right up"[/i]

Turning on her heel she strolled around the counter and put the order up on the spinner. [i]"Number 7."[/i] she called to the cook in the back. Spinning back around she met with a familiar handsome face sitting at the counter. It was Zeke, a highly respected  member of Block 66. [i]"Hey baby."[/i] Toni smiled, leaning over the counter. [i]"Whatever you want, it's on the house from me. Alright?"[/i] she told him, taking off with the coffee pot in hand to go fill the cup of the eager truck driver.