Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 5: Dandering Off

Vikki's POV

I got lost. Quite lost. So lost, in fact, I had no idea where I was. My father has a compass built into his brain, something Cookie inherited. Someone will tell them to go North for two blocks and East for another and they will know exactly where to go. My mother? Well, let's just say I inherited the gift of a built in map from her, which is I don't have one. I am definitely directionally challenged.

I was going up and down what appeared to be the same street, but I was going the same direction. My gut told me I was going the right way into town, but I have recently learned to never trust my gut when it comes to this stuff.

I was not going to knock on some random person's door, asking the best way into town. I was starving, and becoming angry. As the children in America say, "hangry".

See? I'm learning.

I did end up passing a lady walking her dog and asked her for directions. She said, "you just travel west, dear,"

Gee, thanks.

I thanked her and moved on. I eventually overheard a group of kids passing me, and how excited they were to get ice cream and walk down Main Street.

I promptly spun on my heels and walked a safe distance behind the barra's so I didn't look like I was stalking them. I was just following them to guide myself to the right place. Luckily, it wasn't too far away, I was just not walking the right way. I leashed myself off the group of children and walked around the town, praying that I would find a restaurant soon. I hoped I would find one that I recognized from Scotland, but I did not recognize any stores here in Tulsa. Cook and I haven't really gotten a chance to explore much around Tulsa, so it was all brand new to me.

I began to pass a little parking lot area with one building. I thought it was a store, but the aroma of cinnamon and waffles danced around in my nose. I looked up and saw the sign, Savoy, and realized it was a restaurant. The delicious smell was like a punch in the stomach, I needed it in my mouth. I walked in and sat down at a nearby table.

I almost felt weak from hunger, so it took all my strength to get up and go to the front counter to place my meal. The counter was raised up a bit so the guy behind it kinda loomed over my head.

"Mornin', little lady, when can I getcha?" A tall, stocky man behind the register asked, a toothpick resting out of the side of his mouth.

I peered up at the menu, not knowing what half of those words were.

"What's that smell?" I asked.

"They're making a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls right now." He said.

"Can Ah git yin o' they?" I asked.

"Certainly." He said, "anything else?"

"What goes good wi' a... cinnamon roll?" I asked, making sure I said the name correctly.

"Most folks order coffee, or milk. Water is good too."

"Can Ah have a tumbler o' milk tae."

"You got it. Total is $0.85." He said.

I was still getting used to what American coins look like so I was imagining which coins to grab so I didn't look like a bampot, but when I reached for my purse, my heart dropped when I realized that I didn't have it.

I pretended to look through my pockets, but I didn't have any pockets. My "hangry"ness was boiling over, and I was getting quite frustrated, flustered, and panicked.

"Here you go, sir." A deep voice said behind me. I looked up to see an arm reach by my shoulder and hand the man at the register a $1 bill.

"Thank you, son." He said, popping open the register and thumbing for change.