[color=salmon] [b]Sara Weaver
  Salem, Massachusetts[/b] [/color]






 A young woman approached the table as if she was the one to take Sara's order. Sara didn't recognize her from before, she had thought that Ace worked by himself but apparently she was wrong. Either way this new girl looked like a handful, but Sara liked her.

 "Name's Betty, I'll be your waitress today. What'll you have toots, and make it snappy. Ain't got all day."

 Sara cracked a smirk at the girls attitude. She missed that kind of fire. “Good because I don't either. A glass of water, two eggs over hard, and a brahmin steak cooked to medium.” She knew what she wanted, she had been thinking about it since she left home so she didn't waste any time ordering.