Rachelle Daniel's Story

The same waitress from before walks up slowly to Tom's side, "You called?" She said tipping her head to the side.

Sieg looked over at the lady whose cold voice seemed to deaden the room. "Oh, you must be the one I pay." He turned, wallet still in hand and looked down into it. It was pretty barren save for a few bills, a photo id, and his lucky coin. Pulling out the bills, he extended his hand. "This is all I have but I am stranded here." He sighed and set the money down on the counter, waiting for her reply. "I could really use a bite to eat and some water too. I don't have any more money but I can cook or clean to make up for it."