Ava nudges Kreja before taking off running, the dog chasing after her. Laughing, she races with her companion all the way home. Once they get back into the tower, she changes into some workout pants and a tank-top. She grins at Kreja before they begin to playfully wrestle together.
(Ehhhhhh you're gonna hate me lol
Skip again?)
(I don't hate you lol. Yeah, a skip is good. Any ideas?)
(None whatsoever lol. Any ideas from you?)
(We could have them figure out each other's real identities?)
(That sounds great! Cam technically recognized her already, but we can have him find out she's dead?)
(Yeah, that would work. How should we have them figure it out?)
(Um maybeeeeeeeeeeeeee she goes into his restaurant real early again and recognizes him?)
(Okay. Let's do that.)
(Alright, you start?)
(Sure!)
(Thanks!)
Ava walks lazily along the beach, Kreja sniffing around beside her. As they approach the eggshell blue restaurant, she hums quietly as she considers this. She has her suspicions so she may as well confirm them. Besides, Kreja loves the fries. "Come on, sweet boy," She murmurs to the dog, leaning down and clipping on his leash. She crosses over to the building and steps inside.
Cameron had opened up pretty late that day, so the lazy red sun was already throwing in its hot red glare on his tables. Cameron liked to open his restaurant before sunrise, so people who worked night shifts could drop in for some breakfast before they slept. But ironically, he slept in after forgetting to set his alarm. So with a massive yawn, he started inventory, only to hear footsteps of an approaching customer. He sighed and walked out to greet them, rubbing his eyes.
Ava glances around, surprised to see that no one is moving about. Only a second later, someone emerges from the back. Before he gets too close, she whispers down to Kreja. "Alright, baby, is that who we're looking for?" The dog's fur bristles a little and he let's out a short aggressive bark. The Akita recognizes him and doesn't seem happy about it which tells her that she's right. Her precious companion still hasn't gotten over the fact that she had been shot all of those weeks ago. "Good boy!" She praises Kreja quietly, petting him on his head.
"Hi welcome to–" Cameron was cut off by the loud bark and snarl. His face fell into one of unpleasantness when he realized it was Ava and her dog, and she was praising him for snarling at someone. Brilliant.
"What do you want?" Cameron asked with his eyebrows slightly raised, crossing his arms. "I have a business to run, you know."
"Is that anyway to treat a customer? I can imagine that such hostility isn't very good for business," Ava asks, her stance aggressive. "As for running your business, we're the only ones here so it's not as though I'm hindering you in any way," She points out. Sensing the tension in the room, Kreja let's out a warning growl again, stepping in front of his owner. "Stand down, love," She tells the dog, gesturing for him to sit. Although it's reluctant, he does as asked of him, still eyeing Cameron warily.
"Yeah? Well it's my restaurant, and I'm allowed to be hostile to any animal or person who fucks up the atmosphere. Calm your dog down, it might scare someone. Then I'd really beat your fuckin' ass," He cursed grumpily under his breath, inhaling softly. "Want a table?" He asked at normal volume, still looking frumpled and upset.
"I'd like to see you try that," Ava growls at him, her hands curling into fists. If she recalls, it was she who saved his sorry ass, not the other way around. He might have shot her that one time but she also stabbed him. "Yes, I would love a table," She tells him with a sugary sweet tone, innocence written all across her face. Right now, she'll do anything she can to upset him without doing anything physical.
"Go sit somewhere," The man dismissed, waving his hand irritably and turning to grab a menu. When she selected a seat, he approached her and slapped the menu down rather hard, though he had a forced, albeit tired, smile on his face.
"WoUld yOu lIke sOmeThIng tO drINk?" He asked in a mocking cheerful tone.
Ava claims the table she had set at last time. "You know what? I think I might need a minute to decide," She tells him, flashing him her brightest smile. "Everything just looks so good! Is the coffee here decent? Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm not in the mood for coffee anyways." She spends the next few minute shitting around and questioning every drink on the menu. "I think I'll just have a water," She finally tells him her decision.
Cameron decided not to give his opinion on anything, and just resist the urge to slam her face repeatedly into the table. One would be able to tell that he really wasn't in the mood for this.
"Ahh, water's a great choice!" He piped, quickly striding away before she can change her mind on the drink.
“I think I upset him,” Ava laughs over to Kreja when Cameron stride away from the table. “Do you think that I’m enjoying this a little too much?” She asks of the dog, her mischievous smile not leaving her face for a second. While she waits for him to return with her water, she glances around the restaurant, making notes of every possible entrance and exit.
Cameron grabbed a cup and scooped a ton of ice into it, sprayed water into it from the soda machine (almost overfilling the cup), wiping off the edges and plopping on a lemon just to annoy her before bringing it over and plopping it on the table before her
"Have you made a choice on an appetizer?" He asked rather exasperatedly, ready to sit down across from her if she pulled the same shit she did with the drinks.
Ava is a little amused by the petty way he retaliates but doesn’t say anything about it. “Oh, darn, I didn’t get a chance to look at the appetizers,” She tells him with a small pout. “Sorry about that!” She picks up the menu and scans it, going over it slowly like she did with the drinks. “I’ll take the bang bang shrimp. No, wait! The cheese sticks. Yes, defintely the cheese sticks. I changed my mind again!” She goes on like this for longer than she probably should before putting him out of his misery and going with the shrimp.