My RoomMates (LNC Story)

Five

"Whoa! This place smells exactly like Peter's Pancakes!" I exclaim happily looking around the small restaurant as I sniff the air in Clyde's.

The building was small and a bit on the traditional diner style, but it didn't seem to stop the crowds of people from coming here to enjoy the food. I didn't blame them either because it seemed to make everyone smile and enjoy themselves. I smiled as I continued to look around only to stop and stare with awe when I see the classic retro style of every type of appliances sitting on the front counter. I've always liked vintage things and if they were still in working condition it made me even more intrigued.

I watched from our booth as a waitress smoothly and effortlessly combines ingredients for what looked like a milkshake before flipping the cup around to snap it in place on the malt/milkshake maker. She smiles happily as she converses with a costumer sitting at the bar-like counter.

"Seems she's more interested in the milkshake maker." An older female voice teasingly sounds.

I snap back to find three faces smiling at me. I blush before hiding myself in the menu I was holding; I guessed that it was my turn to order. I scan the menu for the go-to order that I always get in a new restaurant: a salad.

"May I have the Chef's Salad, please? Along with a Sweet Sea?" I ask politely smiling at the waitress as I gave her my menu.

"My word, your accent and your manners are very refreshing. And of course you may." She replies happily before taking our menus and placing our order to the cook.

"Seems like no one's heard a southern accent before." I mumble as I place my head in my arms on the table. "And I'm in a state more southern than my own."

We were seated in the booth right beside the entrance door. Even though I didn't really like booths I decided not to voice my discomfort, seeing it would be rude. I had to admit it was a cozy booth; it held the feeling of many memories, good ones as that. It made me warm inside but also making me feel a bit jealous.

"Come on Murder, it can't be all bad. You have to admit your voice does seem to be adorable." Money says, in hopes to lift my annoyance from me. His girlfriend chuckles while taking off her jacket to lay it beside her as she looks at me with a happy grin.

"If I was her, I'd use it to my advantage. Men, especially, are weak-kneed to cute accents." She adds. It made me look up grinning at her, along with Money giving her a look as he raised one of his eyebrows.

She had a point. Girls seem to like guys that have exotic accents, no matter where they were from, and always did anything to hear them talk some more. So, why wouldn't it not work in reverse. Though I have to admit I never thought I had an accent to begin with, least till I startled playing games online; nonetheless, seeing that everyone seemed to like mine I wondered if I could use it like she suggested, for innocent purposes of course.

Smiling more I concluded that I liked Ms.Red; she seemed to be right kind of person to make any person feel better.

I sit quietly with my head in my hand as I begin watching the bodies in front of me tease each other for their previous statements. Money begins to lose the play-fight so he pulls his signature pout, but it doesn't seem to have worked because Ms.Red just throws a sugar packet at his face hitting him on the forehead. I giggle as he begins to have a poking war with her.

'She's the one for Money, no doubt.' I mentally chuckle.

"Here you go: a Coke, Dr.Pepper and a Sweet Tea." Our waitress cheerfully says placing our drinks in front of each of us.

"Thank you, Ma'am." I reply to her, taking a drink of my much-needed beverage.

She giggles ands nods before turning to go check on other tables, again, leaving us to talk amongst ourselves. Taking a few more sugar packs from the little spice cup on the table I rip them open and pour them into my cup. Quickly stirring the contents before sipping some.