Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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The date was November sixteenth, nineteen sixty three and time crept towards the last hour of Violet's shift.
Elaina exited the back room, hurriedly shrugging her coat on and looking out at the few people left eating their food in the diner.
Violet was wiping down the counter and planned to do the other tables when she heard her quick heels tapping on the floor and looked up.
"Violet, can you pick up that delivery from the store downtown before it closes? I've gotta head out early, my sister got her car towed and now I've gotta take her home."
Elaina untucked her hair from her coat collar and winced hesitantly.
Violet nodded, glancing over at the clock. She didn't mind at all.
She sighed in relief. "You're an angel - thank you. Make sure you lock up before and after you get back, yeah?"
She nodded and gave a little wave as the older woman left through the glass door, flipping her hood up as she swiftly made it across the parking lot to her car in the pouring rain.
It was getting near eleven o'clock and the store across town closed at midnight. The diner technically closed at half eleven, which would give her half an hour to make the twenty minute bike ride, but as she looked out across the near empty diner she figured she might be able to shut the place a little early.
A sweet pair of old ladies sat finishing their slices of cherry pies, still hooked in idle conversation over a newspaper between them.
A balding man with reddish hair sat finishing his coffee and doughnut, his hat set beside his plate and tie loose.
A quiet teenage girl who'd sat in a corner booth with some books spread out began packing away her things as Violet wiped down the counter. As she left, the girl tucked her hood over her head and sent a sweet smile at Violet who returned it as she left and waved.
Violet went to clear up what she'd left, collecting the two glasses and the plate that she remembered had pancakes and syrup on it. Thankfully, the girl had put everything to the edge of the table neatly so she could collect it, which was rare for most customers unless they were regulars.
She walked back, deposited the stuff next to the filled sink in the kitchen out back and when she returned to the front, the two old ladies were putting on their coats and bringing out their umbrellas. They left, and all who remained was the tired looking banker who always ended up being the last to leave on a Friday night.
Violet wiped down more tables, taking her time, silently urging the man to hurry up with his coffee so she could get across town quick enough before the store closed.
She knew his name was Gerald, but could never jokingly hurry him along like the Nuan or Caroline could of an evening.
