Ada stepped into the restaurant and dropped her bag behind the bar.
Marco looked up from the table he was setting and did a double take. "You alright?"
"Fine." She replied plainly, shrugging off her jacket.
Ricky appeared from the kitchen. "Hey Ad, how was school?"
"Yeah, it was alright."
Marco studied her as she moved around the bar and tied an apron around her waist.
Ada ignored the feeling of his eyes on her. "No Brax?"
"He'll come later." Ricky said.
"He's still upset about Heath?"
"They'll sort it out." Ricky said with a meek smile.
Ada nodded tentatively and began stacking glassed onto a tray.
As Ricky moved away, Marco strode towards Ada. He turned her towards him and put a hand against her forehead.
Ada jolted backwards. "What's your problem?"
Marco closed the distance between them, again resting the back of his hand on her forehead. "You alright?"
Ada pulled his hand off her head. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You look pale, are you sick?"
"No!" She tried to step past him, but he moved in to her way.
"I can cover you."
"Forget it. I haven't worked in weeks and Heath's left us short."
"So, you are sick?"
"No," She said with an exasperated sigh, "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Marco." She hissed.
Kyle wheeled a stack of crates into the restaurant. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Ada insisted. Her face fierce.
Marco held his hands up. "Alright, alright. Just let me know, alright?"
She took a deep breath and grabbed the tray. "I'll be fine."
Kyle raised an eyebrow as Ada walked past.
"Forget it." She dismissed.
Ada counted the receipts and put them into the cash register. Marco lifted chairs onto the tables, one eye fixed on Ada.
"Will you stop?" Ada muttered. "The shifts over and I'm still fine."
"Hey guys," Ricky called, her hand clutched her phone, "Do you mind if I head home to see Brax? I just wanna make sure he's alright."
"Sure." Ada nodded. "We've got things here."
The boys nodded and Ricky disappeared with a grateful smile.
Kyle headed towards the kitchen door with a couple of boxes of beer. "I'm going to put the rest of this in the back."
"Need a hand?" Marco asked.
"I'll be alright."
As Kyle left, Marco moved closer to Ada.
"What do you want?" Ada said, without lifting her eyes from the register.
Marco swallowed. "You know you can tell me anything."
Ada looked up. She buried her face in her hands. "How do you do that?"
"What?"
"How do you know everything?"
Marco dropped his tea towel and moved around the bar towards her. He took her hands from her face and held them firmly. "What is it, Ad?"
