[h2][center][color=6ecff6]Adrien Cade.[/color][/center][/h2]

[center][i]Brooklyn, New York - A trashy diner respectively.[/i][/center]

"[color=6ecff6]Honey, I wouldn't wear contacts if you paid me![/color]"

"[b]So they're naturally that color?[/b]"

"[color=6ecff6][i]Naturally![/i][/color]" enthused the boy with a shake of his head, bleached white hair flopping from side to side. 

The regulars were always complementary, especially the females but he kept a breezy air around himself no matter who he happened to be talking with. Working was easy if he flirted and he treated each customer like they were more special than the last. The diner was always teeming with life, people streaming in and out throughout the day but the tips were usually good, even if he had to work himself to death to get them. That's how he made a living most of the time, it was all tip oriented and he had learned how to work himself into quite the charmer to earn them. 

It seemed sometimes that he was the most popular waiter and he liked to work that title to the bone, he deserved to be well liked, he'd been so invisible for so long. He had people who immediately asked for his section upon entering and people who slipped him numbers with their tips, he had a lot of good things here, it was a good job. He liked the excitement of meeting new people and he liked the warmth that some greeted him with and he liked the attention most of all. He couldn't act up at work, it was all about smiles and good service but he could work it to his preference. He had to constantly be having fun or it wasn't worth it at all.

The next table was a group table, teenagers like himself, ones from the school he'd dropped out of at sixteen and he feigned a smile. "[color=6ecff6]Can I get your orders?[/color]"

"[b]Oh my God, it's seriously him, Emmy said she saw him here but I thought it was a joke.[/b]" 

"[color=6ecff6]It's [i]not[/i] a joke. Order?[/color]" he tapped his pen to his pad and nodded at them.

"[b]Yeah but-[/b]" 

"[color=6ecff6][i]Order?[/i][/color]" he snapped sharply and received a few scattered laughs but as they began rattling off their orders, his nerves eased again and he tucked his pen behind his ear. 

He was quick to send the order back to the cooks and he sighed, leaning back against the counter and eyeing the door for anyone heading towards his section. It was a lot easier just to wait there and the order would take a few minutes, his pockets were weighty with tips and he was starting to get a mid-shift headache.
Pressing his fingers into his temples, he drew in a deep breath and put back on his game face, nobody could complain about a pouty waiter at least. He liked the job, he really did, but sometimes being tied to it was a pain and it lead unfortunate customers like the group currently pointing at him and laughing amongst themselves.

It was fine but it was aggravating, he was technically an adult, it was such a pain that they weren't acting like [i]they[/i] were. Today was going to be a long day if this kept up.