Dialogue Color: #006400
Ashlyn had headed into the cafe on a whim. She'd always liked their food, even back when she was younger. And while she had eaten there just the previous day, it didn't really feel that way, so she could eat a decent meal here and not really feel guilty. One benefit of not remembering things. Sure, her journal had informed her of all the major points she needed to know about as well as an overview of what had happened the prior day, but she was pretty bare bones with her descriptions, and she had lost so many of the specifics and details overnight.
She poured over the menu, taking in the multiple options. Many of them were familiar, but based on her opinion of the establishment, she figured it wouldn't be that bad to have to try something. Still, the lure of something familiar overcame her, so she decided on something she'd had countless times before setting the menu aside and flipping through her journal, trying to see if there was anything she might need to know for the day. The cafe was semi-full, and many of the people inside seemed so familiar. Albeit, the last clear mental image she'd had of anyone was from seven years back so that wasn't exactly helpful. The curse hadn't made her life unliveable, just highly frustrating at times.Â
Her attention was pulled away from the book when the waitress coughed politely, then repeated her question. "I'll have a grilled chicken sandwich please." Sure, it was rather plain, but it was just the sort of thing that she was in the mood for. "Oh, and a coke please."