A Bite (Erika)

[Ellen Banks]

Oh, today was a rare day for Ellen Banks, one of those days that seemed to only rival Christmas in it’s annuality.A day that Ellen wasn’t entirely sure would ever come around for another twenty years.


Yes, it was that most inconceivable of occasions…..Ellen Banks actually had a sizeable gap in her schedule.


Oh, rest assured, Ellen checked, Ellen was sure there was some kind of mistake….It had to be. Her timetable had an almost dictator-like hold on her life, Ellen followed it down to the latter, and it was legit and unyielding more than any prison wall could ever hope to be. So the idea that she had -Gasp- a free two hours to do whatever it is that her heart desired…..


...and right now, she was rather hungry. Fortunately, she knew a certain dinner that she often went to for lunch. Sure it was greasy and possibly derelict….


...But it did have a….appeal….


Ellen strolled into the dinner as usual dressed to the nines with a rather expensive coat around her shoulders, which she rolled off her shoulder and held it out in front of her “....Are you going to let me stand here all day or is someone going to take my coat" She called out in general

[Erika Clarke-Davis]

A groan fell from the brunette's lips; why did this woman keep coming here? She clearly didn't fit in - well, at least not to her own standards... Which she made very clear. Over and over again. No one else wanted to waitress the blonde and truth be told, Erika couldn't quite blame them. But alas, it seemed as if Erika was the only one capable of keeping her head cold with the clearly spoiled rotten young blonde.

"If you're expecting your every need to be taken care of, you've clearly come to the wrong place," Erika said cheerily as she stepped up towards the young woman. "But considering how often you come here, I think you already know that. You don't particularly strike me as dumb." Hardheaded though; definitely. But Erika wasn't going to tell the young woman that.

"Your usual table is free," she added as she gestured towards the blonde's regular booth.

[Ellen Banks]

Yes they wanted her to be in their dinner, it didn’t matter their personal opinion of her, whatever they thought of her was quite frankly inconsequential who Ellen was to them. What was important is Ellen was a woman of quite considerable means, and she had money to spare, possibly more so than most of the clientele that frequented this dinner combined. The moment Ellen walked in she could imagine dollar signs flashing in the owners eyes. She could imagine she was planning her vacation every time Ellen stepped foot inside. So no, she didn’t concern herself with what the staff.



So really it was in their best interests to make sure all of Ellen’s needs were fully met.



At first Ellen didn’t fully acknowledge the waitress, during her greeting Ellen’s head was buried in her phone looking through her contacts head down never once looking in the direction of the waitress. Ellen had never come to know her name, only knowing her as “The Waitress” Not that she never tried to ask, in the blur of the many blank slates that we’ve the waitresses and doormen that occupied her life, this waitress for whatever reason seemed to crop up more than.



Eventually, once the waitress pointed her over to her usual table she finally looked up at the waitress throwing her coat on her shoulders as she made her way to the table “Oh, you still work here?” Ellen said with a mild tone of surprise on her voice her eyes scanning the dinner with her nose upturned at the decor “I see Grandma Susie standards are as low as ever…”

[Erika Clarke-Davis]

Rolling her eyes when the blonde wasn't looking, Erika chuckled softly. "Yes, I am still working here." She had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from throwing a nasty comment the blonde's way. Even as tempting as it was, Erika sincerely doubted that it would be worth it. Not because of her job, though that was part of the reason, but the blonde was far too thick headed. It would likely go in one ear and out the other. "If you don't like this place, why do you keep coming?" she asked curiously.

Surely, the blonde couldn't loathe this place nearly as much as she gave the impression of. Why else would she keep coming here, over and over again? Erika placed a menu in front of the blonde. "Do you want the same as always or do you want to look over the menu first?" she asked, her head tilted slightly as she offered the blonde something of a smile.

[Ellen Banks]

It wouldn’t surprise anyone to know that this was Ellen’s customary greeting whenever she stepped forward into this palace of fine dining. This venerable temple of cutting edge cuisine, Surprisingly Ellen never felt a pitch of annoyance at the waitresses typical sass. On the contrary, it was part of the reason why she kept coming back. She found the whole endeavour rather refreshing. She enjoyed the natural snark about her and the banter she provided. Ellen found she kept her on her toes, she was the flint that Ellen sharped herself on.





“Oh well isn’t it obvious why I keep coming back?” Ellen said a slight smile playing on her face “How can I go a day without your cheery disposition lighting up my morning, like a ray of sunshine” She muttered ignoring how clearly bemused the waitress was. She was sure that she got under the waitresses skin. And that was fine, Ellen was well aware she had that effect on people, she came to terms with the fact she wasn’t exactly a people person soon enough, so she gave up trying a long time ago.



She was amused, that’s all that mattered.



Ellen took her place in her usual booth and grabbed the menu already knowing exactly what she’s order settling herself down in the booth “Oh choices choices what shall it be, the old reliable or shall I be adventurous today?” Ellen tutted under her tongue ever so thoughtfully as she did so “What do you recommend?”

[Erika Clarke-Davis]

That, actually brought a snort from the brunette. "Right, right," she nodded, obviously amused. "Glad I can help then," she continued, offering the blonde a playful wink. As much as Erika usually found the blonde somewhat annoying, she had to give it to her. She was witty and Erika found herself enjoying that. At least the times she found herself in a good mood.

Putting her hand against her cheek, Erika tilted her head. The blonde wanted Erika to recommend something? Well, wasn't that a new one? And naturally, Erika couldn't quite help but to make a jab out of it. "You're trusting me enough to pick your meal? I'm not sure we have anything fit for a queen, but today's Belgian waffles are delightful." As if to prove it, she gestured towards a nearby table where a couple of friends were enjoying their own waffles.

Erika shrugged then, "But you don't strike me as someone who has a sweettooth." Another jab, but Erika covered it with a playful smile as she bumped the blonde's shoulder lightly.