After April May had finished, she sat in her chair - just thinking - for a good five minutes, before she realised she needed to get moving to work. She tossed some cash in the direction of the waitress and gestured for her to keep the change. The waitress didn't question her and grinned as she pocketed the change. That guaranteed April May a nice big portion tomorrow. 

She exited the diner and hugged her coat tighter to her body. She began trouping down the sidewalk, heading towards the IT store where she worked. She had worked there, now, for approximately two and half year and though the work wasn't greatly paid, she had managed to save up a small fortune that she was eventually hoping could get her, her own place (or at least a deposit on one). She was still a long way off, though, yet. 

She dug the keys to the store out of her coat pocket and stuck them into the door of the IT place, unlocking the front door. Cal wouldn't be in yet, she could guarantee it. Though named after him by his father, the founder, Cal wasn't exactly committed to keeping his father's business, 'Cal's Computers', in profit. He took days off whenever he liked and basically - even though he had inherited it from his father, a decent bloke - a monkey could run the store better than he could. But it was job close to her home and so April May put up with her useless boss and bit her tongue, whenever Cal stumbled in late and hung-over. At least he didn't forget to pay his employees.

As usual, the store was empty. April May dropped her coat and bag in the back room and flicked on the lights, flipping the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open'. The computer and cell phone displays sat lifeless - it cost too much money to run them, especially considering Cal's Computers only saw a handful of people in a day, on a busy one. April May had been pestering Cal to set a website up, but Cal, as usual, couldn't be bothered and simply waved her away. She sat down on the chair behind the counter and adjusted it, so she could see the front of Nate's groceries through the grimy shop window, settling down into glancing between her magazine and the people flooding the front of Nate's groceries, eager to know what had happened the night before.