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[hr][b]Friday, June 1 | En route to Oasi Pizza | 11am[/b][hr][/center]

[indent][color=#CD6889]"Look, I promise, I'm like--"[/color] A break as she stopped suddenly, barely keeping herself from muttering some choice words. Bad plan when you were on the phone with your coworkers. Headset on, luckily. Hadn't quite stooped to actually holding the phone while she drove; at least not too often. Sometimes she forgot things, but that didn't count. [color=#CD6889]"Three minutes away, max. That [i]barely[/i] counts as late."[/color]

Sandy needed to start checking when her shifts were before she did anything else. She'd barely had time to get home, note a few things down, and shower before heading right back out; her hair was a mess, uniform slightly crumpled - forgot to iron the damn thing again - and she generally didn't look all that ready to work. Lucky it suited her, she guessed, and her cap covered up the worst of the birds' nest on her head. Next best thing to actually being put together was making your scruffiness seem deliberate, and [i]that[/i], Sandy could do. It was a talent.

Or at least calling it that made her feel better. Whatever worked, right? Right!

Man, she really wanted to nap. Not the safest state to be in while she drove into town, but whatever. Hadn't killed her yet, and that was good enough for her. It wasn't the riskiest thing she'd ever done - not even the riskiest things got weekly, really. You couldn't go worrying about that stuff or you'd never do anything.

Completely untrue. But hey, live fast die young. Saved you a lot of stress if you didn't worry so much about consequences when you didn't need to, plus you got things done. The more you worried, the more likely you were to pass up on things or miss a trick while you wondered if it was a good idea. Good idea or not, what she knew was that thinking too hard on it was a waste of time. So here she was, making her way into work. Not too late.

Lucky she was likeable, and the boss was understanding of her situation. Most people would've fired her by now, and it was nice to have a regular-ish job to keep money coming in. She had rent to pay, after all. Like most people. Parking haphazardly outside, she practically leapt off of her bike, locking it up quickly and dashing around the back. Where was she? Front of house, right. Until they needed her out on delivery. Which happened surprisingly often for the morning.

The joys of summer, she guessed.

Shouldering her rucksack, she pushed her way inside, quickly dumping the bag - padlocked shut, for privacy's sake - in the storage cupboard before heading into the kitchen. Boss wasn't here yet, and thank goodness for that. She could pass her appearance off as just being her usual frazzled self. All good. Totally good.

[color=#CD6889]"Hey, people. Ya miss me?"[/color] Bright-toothed smile, a cheerfulness that seemed infectious. There was a good reason she was meant to be dealing with customers all the time, after all. Even if some of her coworkers didn't seem to appreciate it quite as much, judging by the scowl that the dishwasher shot her. He'd never liked her, but he wasn't gonna be here for long anyway. Summer job, right?

"Sure missed peace and quiet."

Yeah. He always mumbled like he didn't think she could hear him fine well. According to what she'd managed to pick up, her cheerfulness apparently got grating fast when you were stuck in this place, and peppiness was out of place at best with some people right now, but...

Look, she got it. And it sucked, what was happening with that family - she could see their place from where she stood at the counter, waiting for people to show up - but you couldn't have a whole town mourning forever. People missing shook her up as much as anyone, not like she lived in the safest part of town. Even when she wasn't in her apartment, all her wandering probably put her at risk, technically, so she got why they were all on edge.

But Sandy wasn't willing to put her life on hold or keep her head down for every tragedy in life. Idly whistling, she stood at the counter, waiting for a call or a customer to come in. The excitement never ended around here, that was certain.

Whether that thought was sarcasm or not, even she wasn't quite sure.
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