Snippet #1278744

Illiana stepped into Harvey's, looking around at the bad, sixties rendition of a diner. There was a bell at the door, faded pink wall paper, and linoleum flooring. Or least it seemed overwhelmingly sixties to her. She sat down in the over-stuffed, red plastic booth with Phil and had barely looked down at the menu when the waitress showed up. Somehow, Phil already seemed to know what she wanted. Illiana stuttered, "Umm, I guess I'll have waffles?", she looked up at the waitress, her order was more of a question than an order. "Please," she added, remembering her manners.

"What kind?" the waitress starred back down at her, with eyes that seemed to wonder how this child didn't know how to order waffles.

"Uh, plain? With syrup?" Illiana's eyes were dazed, wondering if this was enough to satisfy the woman.

"And a drink, dear?" her eyes full of pity this time, thinking there must be something wrong with her.

"Just...water," Illiana said, sighing. She handed the menu, as well as Phil's, to the woman's out-stretched hand. Her awkwardness had returned and she began fidgeting in her booth. The whole being outside of the APD thing bothered her.