Chapter 3 - The American Diner

                                    

                                          
Well, that took longer than expected, I remember thinking just as I fell into a serene slumber. 
                          
Next up: Haz's job hunting. I gagged a little in my mouth at the mere thought.
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"Div. Div. Div. Div. Hey, Div. Div," Harrison repeated from the doorway. He continued, "Div. Div. Div."
                          
"For fuck's sake man, shut up." I tossed the nearest throw pillow to where he stood, leaning against the wall. He laughed when I had hit him, throwing it back in the hand he caught it in.
                          
"Just saying, you better hurry up, I made breakfast and there's no promise that I'm not going to eat it all before you take your sweet little time and get your arse in the kitchen." 
                          
I heard him start to leave my room when my curiosity got the best of me. I lifted my head from the crook of my arms, the sunlight from the curtains had opened shining into and blinding my eyes. "What did you make? For breakfast?"
                          
I heard him smirk on his way out. "Can't you smell it?"
                          
It took me a second, but I did.
                          
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Harrison leaned over to push the "L" button with his one free hand, which lit up. 
                          
The button, not his hand. His other hand, on the other hand, (hehe) had a piece of bacon from earlier. But both of mine were full because I had a single pancake in each. 
                          
Stuffing one in my face, I told Harrison that I had absolutely no idea where we were gonna head. 
                          
"How am I supposed to know where to find jobs?? I already have one."
                          
"Yeah," he scoffed, "so did I. Until stupid Levi got promoted to manager instead and fired me." I then joined him as he shook his head angrily in disapproval in an attempt to mock him.
                          
I thought for a second. I know Haz doesn't like working from home, which surprises me because all I ever want to do is work at my flat, but sadly can't. I know that he really likes socializing with people, especially if he can incorporate it into a job somehow. 
                          
"Maybe a WacDonald's worker?" He suggested,  laughing to himself. 
                          
As I took another bite of the same pancake, aiming to finish it before we left the building, the platform stopped at floor two, stopping loudly while the doors whooshed open. 
                          
"(Y/N)," I choked out, trying to swallow my breakfast quickly. 
                          
"Oh," she muttered. Then hesitatingly stepped in, making her way and standing in front of Haz without saying another word. 
                          
I tried to regain my posture and manners, still struggling to successfully stuff everything down at once. I noticed that my mate next to me was handing me weird side glances. His eyebrows raised and his eyes darted from me to the girl that just walked in. 
                          
A seeming did-you-fuck-her expression etched over his face. I physically tried to scream back a  "no" nonverbally, maybe even a why-would-you-even-think-that hinted there as well. This went on for a while, till he finally 'asked' a conversation-starting question. Then-how-do-you-know-her?
                          
I cleared my throat. "So, (Y/N)," I started. "Fancy seeing you again."
                          
She smiled when she turned to face me. "It's only been about seven hours, and I'm just heading to work."
                          
"Work?" Harrison's ears perked. "What do you do?"
                          
She motioned to her outfit, an all-black two piece with her hair fixed back. Buttoned-up shirt tucked into her jeans, she then lifted her fingers up to point to her name tag. 
                          
•*Insert Denny's Logo*
                                  (Y/N)•
                          
"I'm a waitress," she added, in case we didn't get it from the clothes or the pin that clearly stated it on her left chest.
                          
Even I had to admit, amongst the elevator lights she still looked as stunning as I had last saw her. If not, more now than before, seeing as these were two completely different situations. 
                          
"Are they hiring? Your job?" Harrison oh-so subtly put it. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, leaning against the cool metal wall and gripping the rail behind her lightly. 
                          
"Actually, yeah. One waitress just quit last week because she moved." She eyed him suspiciously. "Why? You looking for work?"
                          
He laughed slightly, not taking his gaze off hers. "That obvious?"
                          
"Yeah," she nonchalantly said, tightening her hairstyle. "But, I'm sure that when you go for you interview, I'll put in a good word."
                          
He gave a confused look. "You really need an interview to be a Denny's worker? There's already that many people who've signed up?"
                          
"Well, no," she stated. "I think you're the only one who's volunteered so far. But the interview's basically just a formality."
                          
(Y/N) walked out first, Harrison following her and I followed him. I listened to them talk as we strolled through the small lobby, feeling a little out of place in their conversation. 
                          
"You guys can come with me right now, if you want," she offered, tucking the front of her shirt into the dark colored jeans she wore.
                          
Haz looked back to see me trailing behind the two of them. Laughing slightly in politeness, he continued, "I mean, I'd love that, but if Tom would be willing to come as well..."
                          
He elbowed me gently a couple times, side smirking in an attempt to persuade me. I pushed him off, rolling my eyes playfully. "If you and (Y/N) would have me, that'd be lovely."
                          
"Of course, Tom." She smiled beautifully, holding the door open for Harrison and me.
                          
"Thanks, darling." I nodded, stepping outside after my mate. We started walking to the parking garage, the three of us talking about where the Denny's was and the type of benefits the job covered. 
                          
That stuff didn't really matter to Haz, but it was his attempt at impressing her with his increasing intelligence about the workforce. I almost laughed too hard while still walking behind the two, as the sidewalk only fit a single pair of people at a time, blowing his "cover".
                          
Once we reached the parking lot, a vital question arose.
























                          
~End of Chapter Three~
                          
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