One little bird...

3 unexpected things in the forest +1 that wasn't so unexpected after all

A/N: So, I'm trying out a new thing here, because I thought it looked cool, but I'm just not really happy with it (like it's too flat, or not coherent, or something, I'm having trouble pinpointing it). Tips, constructive criticism or other comments would be greatly appreciated : )

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1. Bob's Diner

She was not expecting there to be a restaurant in the middle of the woods. She'd been out for what felt like hours now, walking by feeling rather than sight, straight through the underbrush. It was a minor miracle that she'd been spared from scratches and nettles and other unpleasant things. And then there's a restaurant?

It was just sitting there in the clearing, a rather pretty house with blindingly white walls in contrast to the surrounding woods. A small path led from its door back into the forest, disappearing into the green. A few wooden benches and tables had been set out in front of the house, and a couple of people seemed to be enjoying coffee and a slice of cake. A sign over the door proclaimed it to be Bob's diner.

Well.

She wandered over, nodding her head at the patrons who looked at her curiously. There were some flowers blooming in front of the window, and from what she could see the inside was just as pretty and tidy as the outside. There was also a "help wanted" sign on the door.

Sang was certain she'd be kicked out of the house the moment she turned eighteen, and money seemed like a thing she could use. Also, she could actually walk to his place.

She walked in.

A small bell tinkled merrily as she moved the door, and a guy with longish blond hair popped out from behind the counter. "Hey, welcome to Bob's diner" He greeted her with a smile. "How can I help you today?" 

"I saw the help wanted sign" Sang shuffled nervously. "I was wondering if I could apply?" 

The guy blinked. "Hey, Uncle!" He shouted back to what Sang assumed was the kitchen. "There's this Menschenfrau asking about the job here!"

 A moment later a big burly man stalked out of the door. His menacing appearance was entirely ruined by his rather frilly apron. "Bob" he introduced himself, holding out a humongous hand "I'm the owner." 

"Sang Sorenson" Sang offered along with her hand. He shook it firmly, eying her over critically. "D'you have any prior experience being a waitress?" 

Sang shook her head. 

Bob frowned. 

"Get yourself into the English class on Thursday and you can have the job" a smooth baritone rang out from behind the giant man. "You'll be taking an afternoon shift from three to nine pm Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays as well as a morning shift on the weekends, from six am till noon. Get someone to cover for you if you can't come. We pay ten dollars and hour plus tips. Luke, get the girl some fresh lemonade."

 The boy behind the counter rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen. 

Bob shrugged. "What he says" he said, jerking a hand over his shoulder. "I expect to see you Monday."

 He lumbered back into the kitchen, leaving Sang to gap at the owner of the baritone. He was still rather young, not much older than Sang, but his brown eyes stared vacantly into space. "Victor Morgan" he introduced himself. "I mainly work in the kitchen. The temptation to trip me is just too much for some of the patrons, and there is only so much I can notice. Nice to meet you, Sang Sorenson." He suddenly grinned ferociously as he looked her straight in the eyes. For a moment she could swear she saw flames leaping out of them. She blinked, and Victor was walking back to the kitchen.