The Island: The Day Of The Dead [IC]

Amy forced a warm smile, "It's perfectly fine, I understand." And she'd scribble down the simple order of coffee, tucking the pad back inside her pouch. "Do you have anywhere to stay? It's already five o'clock, and you don't want to get stuck out there," Amy was getting nervous by the second. Graham hasn't called the diner to make sure Amy was fine and that he was safely at home. Maybe she'd leave early to go search for him. Those thoughts continued to plague her head when she left his table.

"I'll get you your coffee," She nods, heading towards the coffee maker. It took her a few moments to brew it up, since she was spacing out the whole time. She'd bring it to him, her hands rather shaky, but it was obvious she didn't want to reveal that fact to the man. Briefly she left his table to stand at Alexis's, "How's the cake? Do you need anything else?"