5. Pan

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The golden light of the setting sun streamed through the kitchen window as Percy and Aunt Demeter set the table. The room was filled with the comforting scents of garlic, onions, and simmering tomato sauce. Percy meticulously placed forks and knives around the table, trying his best to keep himself occupied and useful.

"You really don't have to help," Aunt Demeter said with a warm smile as she transferred the lasagna to a large, ornate dish. "It's not like we're having a formal dinner or anything."

Percy shook his head, placing the last fork down.

"I don't mind. I actually want to help. It makes me feel like I'm not just taking up space here. And I was thinking of getting a job, too. I used to work at a restaurant back in Chicago, and it might be good to stay busy."

Aunt Demeter's eyes lit up at his suggestion. "That's a great idea! Getting a job will help you settle in and get used to things here. You should check out Mellie's Diner. It's a local favorite, and they're always looking for extra hands. Just mention my name, and I'm sure they'll take you in."

"Thanks, Aunt Demeter," Percy said, feeling a bit more optimistic. "I'll check it out."

After dinner, Percy retreated to his bedroom, phone in hand, the lavender walls of the room feeling oddly comforting yet alien. The old rotary clock on his nightstand ticked softly, a reminder of the time passing. With a deep breath, he dialed the number for Mellie's Diner, his fingers slightly trembling with nerves.

The phone rang a few times before a gruff, irritated voice answered, "Mellie's Diner, what do you want?"

Taken aback by the brusque greeting, Percy hesitated.

"Uh, hi. My name's Percy Jackson. I'm calling about a job. I heard you might be hiring?" he asked finally.

"Ugh, why?" the man barked a question.

"Uh--"

There was a muttered reply that Percy couldn't quite catch, followed by the sound of someone shuffling papers. A gentler, more composed voice took over. "Sorry about that. This is Mellie. My business partner and husband can be a bit rough around the edges. What can I help you with?"

Relieved by the change in tone, Percy explained, "I'm looking for a job as a waiter. I used to work at a restaurant in New York, and my aunt suggested I call."

"Oh, who's your aunt?"

"Demeter Gardner."

"Wonderful." Mellie's tone became more interested. "Got it. Before we proceed, though, I need to ask—are you affiliated with either the Woodies or the Damps?"

Percy blinked, surprised by the question.

"Um, No, I'm not. I'm just a student trying to find work. I don't really understand what the whole Woodies and Damps thing is about."

There was a short pause before Mellie replied, "Well, it's important to know who we're hiring, especially with the...rivalry between those groups. But if you're not involved, that's good. We just have to be careful."

"Understood," Percy said, feeling a bit relieved. "So, is it possible for me to start this Saturday for a day shift?"

"Sure," Elle replied. "Come by at 8:30 AM, and we'll get you set up. I will be expecting you."

"Great, thank you. I appreciate the opportunity," Percy said.

"See you then, Percy."

Percy put the phone down with a mix of accomplishment and lingering anxiety. The call had gone well, but the mention of gang affiliations was unsettling. It seemed like the town's divide was more pervasive than he had initially thought.

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