Pual walked into the crowded resturaunt, looking for a table. A seat near a window caught his eye, and he made his way towards it. He sat down, eyeing up the crowd. Most of them were just people haveing a nice meal. This seems fine, he thought. A waitress came up to him, and took down his order on a little notebook. He ordered a burger, onion rings, and a shake, then resumed people-watching. Finally, a chance to relax.
"Hey, Jarhead. Long time, no see!"
(OOC-Permission to shake Steve's hand?)
She was walking down the strip to see if she could find any other stores that might sell office supplies. All she was lacking of getting was a chair. She strolled pass the burger place and smelt food drifting around her. She put her hand on her stomach as it made a sound.
"Oh, I hear ya."
She turned around and balancing the bags that she was carrying, opened the door carefully to the burger joint. Before she was all the way in she surveyed the crowd and spotted Steve. At the same time she time she spotted him she bumped the door jam and bags made a crashing sound as they hit the floor.
"AH!" , she said and added a little squeal behind it.
Looking down at the floor she didn't look back up she just knew her face was getting a red tint to it. So, she squatted down to pick up the bags that she lost.
Actually yeah he was very bored at the moment.
Kyle swiveled around in his bar stool at the counter and checked out the restaurant. Two men were sitting near a window talking quietly to one another and there were a few other patrons, indulging in a quick meal. Kyle spun around again in his barstool, considering ordering a milkshake to go with his greasy, yet very delicious burger when there was a crash at the door. Nearly falling off his chair, Kyle grabbed the counter with one hand and shot a look in the direction of the noise.
Oh - damsel in distress, Kyle thought and slid off his stool.
He flashed her a grin and wondered to himself if he would have helped her if he was still sauced up. Probably not - being sober seemed to have that 'nice' effect on him. 'Where ya want them?'
Nobody knew her here, except for Steve but he didn't know her last name yet. So it couldn't be a trick, or could it?
Had he said something wrong? Kyle's smile froze in place as he held her bags. Usually most people said hello but this was different and welcomed - it was most certainly better than wrangling with Nova or running from gunfire - if he was lucky. He would have straightened his tie again, had his hands been free but instead he looked down at his clothes - crisp baby blue button up, black slacks and black shoes and then back at the woman.
'Evans. With...an E?'
She giggled as he said, 'Evans with an E'.
"I know how it is spelt, I spell it everyday", she said and started walking to a table near Steve and the other guy was. She stopped at the table right before theirs, "here would be fine Kyle, Kyle Evans that starts with an E." She sit down the pink bag on the table that she was holding and waited for him to sit her bags down before she introduce herself.
'Cripes the service here is like my mother's house - can't leave a glass sitting by itself for more than five minutes.' He mourned the loss of his hamburger and turned back to the woman. 'So you're an Evans, too? I'm gonna guess we're probably not related.' He gave her a mocking suspicious look and a grin.
She gave him a grin, "unless you're my long lost brother?"
She sat down and gesture for him to sit down as well. "Well, since you lost your first meal. Would you like to join me?"