AXEL WOLFF
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Felix's Diner
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Saturday mornings were, without a doubt, the worst mornings to work at Felix's Diner. They began slowly, sure enough, but by mid-day, Axel was not only cooking and taking orders along the counter but ushering guests into booths and taking orders as he raced back and forth from the kitchen to the dining area. He swore that by the end of the day, the floor would have been worn down under his feet, but he'd also been saying that since he started working at the diner decades ago.
Decades ago. The thought ran a quick shudder down his spine, causing him to spill half a glass of water on to the lap of a startled customer.
"I'm so sorry, miss," he insisted, quickly placing the glass before her on the table. His voice came out in a backwoods sort of drawl, commonplace among those inhabitants who had been raised by long lines of Bellingstone's citizens. The Wolff family had always lived here, likely always would in some manner. It had been Axel's brother who was destined to live in this town, serving the pack and carrying on the family name, but things never really worked out the way they were supposed to.
And so here he was, staring back at the woman as she floundered for a stack of napkins. "Let me get that for you please." He started to dig in his pockets for more napkins, but when he glanced up, the fabric of her dress seemed to have already dried and the glass was once more full.
"I'm fine, love. Could you just get me a new glass of water?" She had seemed to regain her composure, and she looked back up at him with a serene smile, winking quickly as she slid the napkins on to the table. Axel couldn't help but give a soft laugh as he gathered up the glass and the napkins.
"'Course," he replied, weaving his way back to the kitchen. As he moved, he looked about for anyone who might have watched the woman use her powers to dry the dress. Funny how in a town that had been established for supernatural creatures, he still had to worry. But Axel had always known life where Bellingstone was a major stop for tourists crossing the state. The majority of customers were individuals and families only passing through - just a few familiar faces turned to look at him as he passed.
In the kitchen now, he gave a long exhale, wiping at his forehead with the back of his head. He'd been jumpy all day, and it wasn't just because today was an inherently busy day. Rumors of Albrecht returning to town had plagued Axel since his older brother first skipped town, but the rumors over these past few days had been the worst since those very first few weeks when his family had still held out hope that Al was only taking some time to himself in the forest.
He had thought he was over it by now, but no, word of Al still shook him greatly. Perhaps it was nothing. What were the chances of it being true after all of these years? Axel filled a new glass and stepped back out into the space behind the counter. Something just felt ... off.
Decades ago. The thought ran a quick shudder down his spine, causing him to spill half a glass of water on to the lap of a startled customer.
"I'm so sorry, miss," he insisted, quickly placing the glass before her on the table. His voice came out in a backwoods sort of drawl, commonplace among those inhabitants who had been raised by long lines of Bellingstone's citizens. The Wolff family had always lived here, likely always would in some manner. It had been Axel's brother who was destined to live in this town, serving the pack and carrying on the family name, but things never really worked out the way they were supposed to.
And so here he was, staring back at the woman as she floundered for a stack of napkins. "Let me get that for you please." He started to dig in his pockets for more napkins, but when he glanced up, the fabric of her dress seemed to have already dried and the glass was once more full.
"I'm fine, love. Could you just get me a new glass of water?" She had seemed to regain her composure, and she looked back up at him with a serene smile, winking quickly as she slid the napkins on to the table. Axel couldn't help but give a soft laugh as he gathered up the glass and the napkins.
"'Course," he replied, weaving his way back to the kitchen. As he moved, he looked about for anyone who might have watched the woman use her powers to dry the dress. Funny how in a town that had been established for supernatural creatures, he still had to worry. But Axel had always known life where Bellingstone was a major stop for tourists crossing the state. The majority of customers were individuals and families only passing through - just a few familiar faces turned to look at him as he passed.
In the kitchen now, he gave a long exhale, wiping at his forehead with the back of his head. He'd been jumpy all day, and it wasn't just because today was an inherently busy day. Rumors of Albrecht returning to town had plagued Axel since his older brother first skipped town, but the rumors over these past few days had been the worst since those very first few weeks when his family had still held out hope that Al was only taking some time to himself in the forest.
He had thought he was over it by now, but no, word of Al still shook him greatly. Perhaps it was nothing. What were the chances of it being true after all of these years? Axel filled a new glass and stepped back out into the space behind the counter. Something just felt ... off.