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After only a moment of looking around, Ava spots the dog sniffing around under one of the tables. Relief washes over her. Kneeling down, she calls for him. Kreja lifts his head at the sound of his name and happily trots over, acting as if nothing is out of the ordinary. She gives him a very light scolding, unable to stay mad at him. When she finally takes her attention away from her companion, she notices the other person in the restaurant. Not wanting to draw anymore attention to herself, she clips on Kreja’s leash and stands, ready to make her exit. Unfortunately, before she can do that, she needs to do what any normal person would do and apologize. “I’m sorry about that.” She tells the man who she guesses to be working here.
Cameron ruffled up his hair, watching the pretty dog get clipped up again with a smile.
"That's alright," He said nonchalantly with a yawn. "I don't mind, I get people running in and out to find their dogs. It's also kinda bad during hours, since my bartender is petrified of dogs. Anyway, did you want to sit down to eat?" He rambled mouthily, ending with a great big grin.
Ava listens as the man rambles on, baffled by his big grin. It takes her a moment to register his question since she’s still reeling from all of the talking. She really should leave but buying a meal would be the polite thing to do. Acting like a normal person is a lot of work. Glancing down at Kreja, she figures that he’s probably hungry so that makes up her mind. “Yeah, sure.” She agrees, keeping her tone light and pleasant.
Cam fished out a menu from a stack in the greeter's desk and a computer with an ocean-wave screensaver. He brushed his hands out to present his neat, retro-fit restaurant.
"Choose any seat you'd like!" He exclaimed, apparently blind to her struggles.
Ava chooses a table in the back of the restaurant that allows her a good view of everything going on. The mischievous dog curls up by her feet. “Do you just work here or do you own this place?” She asks, an attempt to make polite small talk. It’s been well over a year since she’s had a proper interaction with anyone so her people skills are a bit rusty.
"I own it," Cam said smoothly, setting down the menu onto the table and smiling charmingly at her. "I'm Mr. Cameron Tobias Metzler himself, at your service." He bowed slightly, smiling brightly at the dog.
"So, could I start you two off with a drink?"
Ava nods her head, noting how proud he seems of his business. This she can work with. At this moment, she really takes a chance to study him. With his cutely brown hair and charming facial features, he’s an attractive person. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Metzler,” She says with a hint of a smile. “Just some water would be nice,”
"It's a pleasure to meet you too! Alright, water. Lemon or no lemon? One for the dog?" He stuck his mottled, tan hands into his apron pockets, grinning and leaning his weight back on his heels. "What is your dog's name, anyway? I kind of missed it in the hurry trying to get it back." He laughed at himself.
“Yes, one for the dog but no lemons,” Ava tells him with a slight nod. “His name is Kreja.” There’s no harm in telling anyone the name of her companion. Besides, the dog likes the attention. Once more, Kreja lifts his head at the mention of his name. She can’t help but smile when she sees her precious boy wag his tail.
Cameron smiled even wider and reached down to scratch Kreja's head after letting him sniff his hand.
"Wonderful, then, I'll be right out with that!" He stuck his hand back in his pocket and turned heel, trotting to the kitchen at an easy pace.
Once Cameron has walked away, Ava leans down near Kreja. “You’re a lot more trouble than you’re worth,” She teases him fondly, pressing a kiss on his head before sitting back up. This dog is her life line, she can’t live without him. Right now, they should be back in the tower, preparing for later tonight but instead, they’re sitting in a restaurant. This is all Kreja’s fault but she loves him anyways.
Cameron scooped up a couple cups from the empty bartender's station before turning to a bain of ice in an automatic cooling part at the base of the bar. He turned to a soda-dispensing place and shucked in water to the cups, one larger than the other, before bringing them over and setting them down.
"Here you are."
Ava moves her attention from Kreja to the man, watching as he works. When he places the cups down on the table, she thanks him before placing one down on the floor. So far, there’s no one else in the restaurant besides the two of them so that helps her relax a little. The less people there are, the smaller the chance that someone will recognize her.
Cameron smiled brightly at her as he leaned back on his heels. "So, would you like some time to browse our appetizers for the morning and our dishes? We have plenty, and you haven't even opened your menu yet," The broad-shouldered brunet observed, his eyes flicking down to the unopened, plastic menu.
Much to her displeasure, her face heats up when he points out that she’s yet to open the menu laying right in front of her. This makes her realize that she really has been away from society for too long. “What do you recommend?” Ava questions, deciding that she may as well get his opinion since he owns the restaurant.
"Hmm… not to sound cocky, but I think it's all good. It's up to you, really." He smiled brightly and stuck his hands back into his pockets. "Well, I'll be back to check up on you all later, alright?"
Ava snorts in amusement at his answer. Fair enough. What restaurant owner wouldn’t promote all of his food. “Okay,” She gives a slight nod of her head. This time she actually picks up the menu and looks at it.
Cameron chuckled softly at himself and flounced away, humming softly as he trotted into his kitchen, washing his hands again. He continued taking inventory after that, as his staff trickled in.
After a quick peek into her wallet, Ava figures out how much money she has to spend. Without a real job she has to rely on less legal ways to earn cash. It only takes her a few moments after that to decide what to get, one of the more simple items on the menu.
Soon a waiter approached her with a sleepy smile. It was a tall chick with rumpled blonde hair, as if she had just woken up. Her name tag, which read 'Amelia' was crooked on her shirt.
"Hi, there. Cam said he got you set up with everything?"
Something about the waitress seems to throw Kreja off, causing him to let out a low growl of displeasure. Ava immediately reaches down and placing a hand on his head to calm him. “Yes, he did.” She confirms with a nod. Hopefully the waitress wouldn’t mind the dog’s sudden attitude.
Amelia glanced down at the dog, looking somewhat unnerved, but looked back up at the girl.
"So what have you decided on, then?"
“I’ll take the sautéed shrimp with fries for the side.” Ava answers with an apologetic smile, her hand still on Kreja’s head. It’s a precaution in case his attitude gets any worse.
"Alright, I'll bring that right out for you." She scribbled down the order and hurried off to the kitchen, having other tables to tend to as people came in to the restaurant for breakfast.
Ava turns to the dog and scolds him lightly. “What is wrong with you? You’re the reason we’re stuck here.” She whispers to him. Talking to her companion as if he’s human may seem strange to some but she doesn’t really care what they think.
