A little bell chimed as Genesis entered the diner. Most of the locals looked up in interest, some of them murmuring about the latest escapade the daughter of the Jones family had gotten into. About a month ago she had been caught with the son of a local Catholic Minister, as if that hadn't been bad enough, it had been during mass in one of the confessionals. True it hadn't been very tasteful, but it wasn't against the law, so no one confronted the girl about it. Instead they were happy to gossip amongst themselves.

Genesis could feel their eyes on her as she swayed into the diner, her headphones still in and blaring so she couldn't hear their annoying buzzing. A handful of stools at the counter were free and Genesis slid into one, her feet swinging playfully as she flipped through the plastic menu. It didn't take her long to decide on something and pop a headphone out. 

"Hey Bridgette, orange juice and... steak and eggs..." she smirked as she leaned forward on the counter and closed the flimsy menu.

"How do ya want ya steak cooked?" Bridgette had been behind the counter, tending to the two gruff looking guys down at the end of the counter. Two seat separated her from the men. As the brunette whipped out her little notepad, Genesis thought for a moment. 

"Uh...rare." she nodded, garnering her looks from the two men. 

Growing up in the Jones house, rare meat was the norm. Her mother refused to consume anything that wasn't still bleeding, and Genesis didn't know why, but it had rubbed off on her. After spending most of her teen years trying to insist she was 'vegan' her mother wouldn't have any part of it, and if Genesis was being honest it never satiated her. No matter how much rabbit food and quinoa she consumed, nothing tasted as good as a bloody steak.

"Here's ya juice." Bridgette placed the cold glass before her and Genesis smiled, nodding her thanks.

The waitress nodded and wrote up the rest of her order, sticking it to an old fashioned spinning order wheel, the cook went to work straight away on her food. For all their gossiping, it was obvious Genesis wouldn't wait long for anything she asked in this place. Bridgette knew better than to keep the Genesis waiting, the sooner she got her food, the sooner the girl would be out of there. And not to mention the big tip she left, almost always a $100 bill was left for even the smallest of tabs, so no one on the staff would be caught gossiping and screw that up.

Without a second thought, the young woman popped her ear bud back in and went back to nodding her head to the beat.