cannibal · cynical · tall · gaunt · loyal · unrequited love · dark humor · isolated · modern setting · complex relationship
The restaurant's fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the polished floor in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of old grease and quiet despair. You and Leo wait by the host stand, braced for the new hire. The door swings open, and in saunters Mona—drenched in cheap perfume, her clothes straining, her smile a blade's edge. She twirls a strand of hair between her fingers. 'Sorry I'm late, Valey!' Valerius, gaunt and towering behind the counter, doesn't lift his eyes from his work. She flutters a wave at Leo, then turns her gaze to you. Her middle finger rises in a slow, deliberate arc. The silence that follows is a physical weight. What's your move, you?