[center][color=MediumAquamarine][h3]Jennifer Flint[/h3][/color]
[color=MediumAquamarine]Location:[/color] Roast and Toast, Local Cafe
[color=MediumAquamarine]Interacting with:[/color] Malcom [@McHaggis]

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Jen smiled as the man and his giggly girlfriend sat down at the table, waiting for a minute or two before heading over to them.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"Hi, my name is Jen, I'll be your waiter for the day,"[/color] She said in a cheery tone.
It was nice to see the cafe busy, even though meant she had more work to do. If it meant seeing these people with a grin on their face, she'd say it was worth the extra effort.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"What will you be ordering today?"[/color] She asked the couple, pulling out her small, cream notepad.
The man gestured to his partner first, who managed to drag her eyes off the man for a moment to look at Jen.
"I'd like to order a chocolate frappuccino please," She said politely.
The man spoke up, "I'll just have a latte."
Jen gave them a thumbs up.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"I'll get those to you in just a moment,"[/color] She said, before heading back to the counter and going about preparing the drinks.
She hummed to herself a little as she finished up the latte, the frappuccino machine whirring away in the background. She poured the two drinks into cups and carried them over, placing them on the table. She laughed a little as she walked back over to the counter. The couple hadn't even noticed, completely focused on each other as they held hands. It made her feel happy.

Jen glanced at the clock and saw that it was the end of the shift. She removed her work apron and grabbed her coat, popping her head into the kitchen to say bye to the boss.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"I'm heading off Joe. See you next week!"[/color] She shouted over the racket that was the small kitchen.
He raised a hand in acknowledgement, Jen walking out when she saw this, waving at the couple as she passed them. She emerged out into cool air, the sounds of the city all around her, cars zooming past, the newspaper seller shouting on the corner. She walked across the street, enjoying the incomparable bustle that was New York. It didn't take her long to reach her apartment, the clean and modern looking buildings a glad sight. She had arrived back in town a few days ago, wanting to make sure she definitely around for the first few days of term. It would be useful for the first years to have somebody around in case they need help with anything. And Jen reckoned she had a pretty good grasp of all the fun aspects of New York by this point. 

She fumbled with the lock and keys, walking up the stairs and reaching the door to her own apartment, 3C to be specific. She twisted the key and walked in with a smile.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"Malcom darling, I'm home!"[/color] She called out it in an overly posh voice.
Well, posher than her normal English accent.