Snippet #1918682

Sebastian noticed her amused smirk, no doubt at the slight cringing of his face and his pain. After she left he quietly drank his milkshake, finishing a large portion of it.
She once again returned through the swinging door on the other side of the diner, this time with two large and fully loaded trays. He watched her careful shuffle over to the table with the family. He sucked on his straw, watching the occurrences like television. He couldn't help but be curious as to the cause of the sad smile, she had safely made it with the trays of food, which in his mind meant she should be happy not sad.

He was snapped back into reality when a brown paper bag was placed on the table in front of him. "Here you are, chicken strips to go." He looked up, his mind quickly put the pieces back together again and filled in the blanks. He had almost forgotten he'd ordered those. "Oh Thanks." He told her. He knew the chicken strips would please his sister, somewhat of an apology gift for leaving her stuck with their mother for so long that morning. "Are you ready for your bill?''
"Yeah, sure." Sebastian answered, nodding. He noticed, however, how the smile had quickly faded from her face. "What no smile anymore? You don't seem to be enjoying this as much as you were fifteen minutes ago." He told her, remembering the smile plastered on her face from earlier, fake, but there none the less. He smiled at her again. Feeling his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, he pulled both a twenty dollar bill and the vibrating contraption out of his pocket. He added a ten, making it an even thirty dollars and tossed the money on the table and squeezed out of the booth.