[color=0072bc][h2][i]June April Summers[/i][/h2][/color][hr]

Heh. Two old men had wandered their way into the Diner. Setting their hats down to have a nice morning. Probably catching up. That was good. What June liked about these old guys is that they tend to actually leave tips. All she has to do is put on a nice smile for them, and they'll be raining her in tips. Though, one of them was in shape. Tall, muscular, like the kind of guy that does a[i] real[/i] full body workout. Not one of those wankers that just toss weights up and down and forget leg day. Not that June was getting the hots for him. She was probably, like, what, half his age? The old timer is probably happily married for thirty years, or something. June shrugged. She made her way to them. Wading through the tables, and hoping that she could convince them to give her a little extra with her "feminine wiles". Good grief. She rolled her eyes, as she strolled over to them. She was just about to ask what they wanted, but she already got wrapped up in their conversation. Typical. People had a strange fascination with having conversations with the waitress/waiter of the day. Now what were they talking about....? Crap. She should have had this down by now. Always pay attention to what they're talking about so she wouldn't be at a loss.

They were talking about some sort of food. Toast and fruit salads was the last thing the woman heard. They [i]must[/i] be asking for her opinion on food. Of course, of course, of course. June stepped in closer to them. She smiled - a forced one that made her cheeks pop out. Because that's important! Especially when you're dealing with the old timers. "I don't know, sir," June started off, putting a hand on one hip. Holding the notepad in one hand. "The toast is way better. They just buy the cheap Fruit Salad containers from the Supermarkets and resell 'em." June said with a brutal frankness. She grabbed the pen out of the apron of her uniform, and placed it against the notepad. "Now can I take your order?" She asked them.