The Family Diner

4~Olivia, a Most Delightful Girl

Chapter Four: Olivia, a Most Delightful Girl

Olivia Kirkland

"Sadik!" I exclaim happily, looking up from a tray to smile at him. He doesn't frequent my shop often, unfortunately, so this is a special occasion.

"Hello, Olivia. Can I get a dozen Mystery Pastries?"

"Sure thing." I pick up a bag and tongs before counting out the pastries. "What have you been up to these days?"

"Well, my video software company has been fairly successful as of late. And I tried to get some goods from Madeline Williams, but she refused to hand them over." He looked crestfallen. I paused my work.

"You know, I reckon she's at the diner right now. You ever been?"

He shakes his head. I gesture up the road with my tongs.

"It's a... an interesting place. Here, hold on a second. I'll take you there. Alfred's been waiting for his next supply anyways. Threatened me with his tennis racquet and everything."

I hand Sadik his bag of mystery and head to the back for a second, retrieving a large plastic bag full of small desert boxes.

After flipping my door's sign to Closed, the two of us start up the pleasant road.

Right before we get to the Family Diner, a crusty-looking man approaches us. I immediately scowl at him.

"Top of the morning, Lovino," I greet him stiffly. "Can I help you?"

"What's in the bag?" he asks snootily. "I do hope it's not illicit substances. Remember the last time you got caught? I don't think it will be quite so pretty the second time around."

I roll my eyes. "Your fake egg rolls are burning. I suggest you go back to your little restaurant to help them. They're screaming in agony."

Lovino looks conflicted. I glance over to Sadik, only to find him edging away.

I grab him by the arm with my free hand and nod once at Lovino. "Terribly sorry, but I have proper business to attend to. If you'll be so kind as to get the fuck out of my way, I shall bid you adieu."

Without waiting for an answer, I drag Sadik along with me, pushing past the wall of crusty person.

The door into the diner sticks slightly, but I use my ladylike strength to push it open. Sadik is struggling half-heartedly against the ladylike grip on his arm. The plastic bag in my hand is cutting my skin a bit.

Literally every person inside is staring at me. I go up to Alfred's (empty) counter, putting on my best smile.

"Table for two, please!"

Alfred shuffles over, giving me the impression of a nervous squirrel, and looks at me suspiciously. "Do you got the...?"

"Do you have eyes?" I ask sassily, lifting the cursed bag slightly.

The old man grins. "Hand it over and I'll get you your table."

"No, fuck you," I retort, sticking out my tongue. "I'm keeping it until after I've eaten and Sadik has chatted up Madeline Williams."