Sea Glass (WAYHAUGHT)

Served With Love

Waverly tapped on the glass. Either outside was too noisy for them to hear, or everyone inside was ignoring her. She tapped again. "It's no use, they don't want me here."

Nicole thumped on the glass. Wynonna glared, turning her back on them. "That's beyond rude," she said, hammering again.

Ward unlocked the door, peeking round. "We're at the end of filming. It's going well."

"Why wasn't I invited?"

"Your mother said you were out."

"No one told me."

"Sorry love."

An awkward silence fell between them. The harbour thrummed with activity, fishermen finishing for the day, probably grumbling over the reduced space they had in which to offload their catches. Feast Week stalls were busy serving coffees and cake, a shorter queue for ice cream. It was pointless discussing anything while the BBC were there filming. Or ever. How had she ever thought her idea would be taken seriously?

"Waverly needs to speak with you."

Nicole's voice had her take a step back. Then another.

Ward smiled. "That's my girl. Interview went well then."

"Not about the interview," Nicole replied. "It's about here. She wants to ask you something."

"Do you poppet?"

"No...I...it can wait. I'll come back."

Her father stepped outside, closing the pub door. "Ain't much quieter out here. We best go to the kitchen."

"Honestly, it's fine," Waverly said. "It's not that important, really."

"It is," Nicole pressed. "She needs to say this now, don't you Waverly."

"I really don't." She took two more steps back. "Really, really don't want to say it."

"Either you say it, or I will."

"Nicole! Don't force me into this."

"Will somebody tell me what's going on?"

"Nothing. Forget about it."

Nicole and Ward watched as Waverly stormed off. They watched her slow. They watched her come to a halt. They watched her turn, fists clenched, a look of determination on her face, striding back towards the pub.

"I know you want Wynonna to run this place. I know you want me to find a life beyond the village. I love you for giving me that choice to go do something more with my life than be here, serving pints all day."

Her father's eyes were focused on his daughter. "Ai, I do."

"Only, this is where I want to be. Here, working in the pub. Nicole's restaurant is closing, and I don't want her to leave, and I don't want to leave, and Wyn does, and so does Doc. This would work, I know it would, if you'd give it a chance. It's the future, I know it."

Her father's eyes had glazed over. "Did you get the job?"

"No," Waverly replied. "I don't want it. I don't want any job that isn't here at the pub."

"What about your studies?" he replied. "Don't need no degree for here."

"I know. I want to run the pub, with a degree." She huffed. "I meant with Nicole. Nicole and I will run the pub, make it a gastro pub, the best pub in Meva."

"Your sister runs the pub."

"I know. But, I want to run it."

"Is that why you and Wynnie aren't talking?"