Okay I’ve Seen New People on RPing and.... (O/O)

The bright sun beams were slightly dimmed as they shone through the curtains in Adaline Nichols' room, in turn making her wake from a peaceful slumber. A groan escaped her, and she turned over in an attempt to go back to sleep. This effort was in vain, however, as Adaline's cat, Levi, had leaped on her bed and began to paw gently at her face, meowing quietly. She swatted the paw away, sitting up slowly as to not knock the cat off the bed.

"Alright, alright, I'll feed you in just a second," Adaline said with a yawn, stretching her arms.

Cormac nodded excitedly, smiling a little under his bear. Cameron yawned a large yawn, sitting up slowly with a lazy, hunched back.
“Alright. Well, let’s go, then.” He stood up off of his bed, stretching his long legs with a weird crackling noises. Cormac bounded off the bed and out of the room, his father following with another yawn.

Adaline stood up from the bed, pulling back the curtains to fill the room with light. Blinking slowly, she peered out the window to see the town already awake and bustling. I must've slept in. Turning away, she walked into her small kitchen, readying a pot of coffee. She couldn't go a day without one, it seemed. With another meow from Levi, she filled his food bowl and scratched his head, going back to waiting for her coffee.

Grabbing a mug full of coffee, she made it back to her bedroom and grabbed a sweater from the floor, pulling it on. For it being so warm outside, my apartment never seemed so chilly.

Cameron waved for his son to sit and the lights flicked on in the kitchen upon their own will. The TV turned on from their living room and Cormac bumbled off to go watch. Cameron slipped into the kitchen, putting things together for a simple waffle breakfast. As he mixed the ingredients together, he put the kitchen to work with his magic, the dishes washing, drying, and putting themselves away, the counters cleaning themselves as well as feeding the dog, who was happily crunching down on her pellets.
Soon Cameron had finished the mix for waffles and he poured it carefully into a wafflemaker, shutting it and washing his hands and face for the day.

Adaline walked back into the living room, turning on the TV for the morning news. Checking her house plants, she gently used her power to make them flourish a bit, noticing how they drooped. She puckered her lips, thinking. Maybe I should rotate spots again? Although, I already did it once for this month. Plopping down on her couch, she sipped from her mug, gently petting Levi as he leaped up onto the couch.

Lily, the house dog, blundered over, barking at Cam. He smiled, reaching down and scratching behind her ears.
“What are you barking at, girl? I’ll take you out soon.” As soon as he said “out” Lily barked louder. Cameron chuckled softly and shook his head, opening the maker to a perfectly cooked waffle. “Silly dog. Come on, Cormy!”

Her stomach grumbled, and Adaline groaned. She knew for a fact that she didn't have any food in her fridge, too busy with the flower shop to go grocery shopping. And only the Gods knew that she couldn't afford someone to do it for her. Sighing, she looked down at Levi, who meowed when her pets temporarily stopped.

"I guess I have to eat out today, bud." Turning her attention back to the news, she watched the daily weather report, brow furrowing slightly when it appeared that it would be hot all week.

Cameron plated the waffle he made and cut it up for Cormac. He drizzled it with syrup, put a spoonful of butter on the waffle and set it down, kissing his son’s head as he sat.
“I’ll go grab you some clothes. We’re cutting it really close to when your bus arrives for school.”
Cormac looked up at Cameron, nodding. “Thank you, daddy!”
Cameron smiled and squished his son in a hug. “You’re welcome.” He let him go with another kiss, moving downstairs to get clothing for him and his son.

Adaline glanced at her watch, jumping when she saw the time. If I don't hurry, then the flower shop won't open on time! Levi startled, meowing in distress when she stopped her scratches. "Sorry bud, but I gotta go," she said, planting a quick kiss on his head and running to her room. She threw open the closet door, picking whatever she saw first. Yellow sweater and jean shorts overalls, good enough for me! Quickly pulling on the clothes, she hurried through her morning care routine, glancing at her watch every few minutes. I'm cutting this close!

Cameron threw on his usual, jeans, t-shirt, and his apron. He brought his son up a nice t-shirt and shorts combo with his sandals. By the time Cormac finished it was a few minutes before his bus arrived and Cameron had gotten him dressed and suited up with his bookbag. He waved him goodbye as he barely sent his son out the door to the bus. He turned, took Lily out to pee, put her in her little fenced off area in his room, put on his shoes, and grabbed his motorcycle’s keys.

Slipping on her white Keds, Adaline quickly clicked on Levi's collar, picking him up and grabbing her small backpack before locking the door and running down the stairs. Opening the door of the shop, she carefully dropped Levi and rushed to the front doors, unlocking them. Whew. That was a close one. Now visibly relaxed, she walked around, tending to her flowers and herbs before her first employee arrived.

Cameron raced along the ground on his cycle, his hair blowing back. He hadn’t bothered putting on his helmet for his ride, since his restaurant was only a few minutes away. He slipped into an alley and along the back of it to avoid more people, then parked it behind the building. He got off, dusted himself off and chained up the bike before approaching the back door and unlocking it. He swept the resturant, flicked on the lights, and unlocked the front doors (by unlocked I mean fling them open invitingly) once his waiters arrived and headed into the kitchen for a long day of cooking.

Adaline greeted her first shift employees with a smile, and informed them that she was out to get breakfast. She had heard of a good restaurant a few blocks down, and she was dying to try it. Walking down to it, Adaline greeted some of her loyal customers with a smile and a ‘how are you?’ What could she say? She liked to have them come back.

Pushing the front doors, Adaline was a welcomed by a clean looking restaurant. The scents certainly smelled great, and a smile was already on her face.

Cameron washed his hands vigorously before starting on a quick inventory of supplies. He always got a rush during the breakfast or lunch times. He might need to grab more shrimp from the cellar in his downtime. Stacking that in mind, he got started with taking out flour and sugar for his morning dishes.

Adaline was seated by a greeter, who smiled at her like she was an old friend. She got sat in a comfortable and clean booth, which had a soft eggshell blue seat with graphite-gray tabletops. The walls of the restaurant were also a graphite color, but they were covered in photos of famous peoples who have visited the resturant as well as pictures of different sceneries.

Adaline smiled gratefully at the greeter, and began to leaf through the menu, eyes scanning the pages filled with different food options. Everything looks so good… The restaurant in itself gave off a very homey feeling, which she very much enjoyed. The decor was well put together, and Adaline could name at least half the people up on the walls. What could she say? She liked to be caught up on the latest big news.

As for breakfast, she decided to go with a strawberry lemonade and scrambled eggs with toast, which was labeled a town favorite. If the town liked it, surely Adaline would.

Many of the photos were of actors and music writers, but if she squinted, she could see the more popular, well-known faces. One was of the King himself, winking and sending a finger-gun up at the camera with what looked to be a crab leg in his other hand. To the picture’s immediate left was of his twin, grinning shyly up at the camera with a dish of fish and chips with a side of asparagus as his meal.

Her waiter approached the table with a notepad, greeting her and bowing. The waiter was quite small and had pointed ears.
“Hello! Have you made a selection of what you would like to drink?”

Adaline blushed slightly at the bow. Maybe it’s apart of their customs? They do have pointed ears… “Ah, yes. The strawberry lemonade, please?” she spoke softly, glancing up to the waiter. She was quite shy when it came to speaking with strangers, probably why she hid herself in her flowers all day. Adaline liked to know what she was doing; talking to people weren’t one of those things.

“Of course!” The tiny elf (or perhaps the tall elf?) squeaked, hurrying off. He hurried over to a bar, where he met a grumpy looking man, sitting there rifling through a magazine. The elf squeaked the order at him, who grunted and waved his hand lazily, the lemonade making itself. It plopped itself down on the elf’s tray, and the elf hurried over, and the bartender didn’t even need to look up from his magazine.
“Here you are!” The elf deposited the drink on the table for her, with a couple packets of sugar and a straw.

Adaline watched with genuine curiousity as the man at the bar appeared to make her drink out of thin air. How wonderful would that ability be to have? She could just configure a hot coffee whenever she felt a chill. And he did it so effortlessly, like it cost him no energy…

Adaline snapped out of her daze once the elf came back over. “Oh, thank you,” she said kindly, sending a small smile his way. She carefully ripped open two sugars and poured them into her drink, mixing them in with her straw.

The elf beamed and bowed. “You’re welcome, my lady! Are you ready to order?” The elf straightened back up, still beaming. He was wearing a neat black uniform with a silver and gray nametag, which read Dae.

“Ah, yes,” Adaline paused as she peered at his nametag. Dae. What an interesting name. “Dae, I’ll have the scrambled eggs with toast, please,” she smiled politely at the short man. She wondered if the large man at the bar would make the food appear as he did with the drink. Surely there was a cook?

(Ah, the man at the bar is someone else. Not Cameron xD)

Dae smiled a happy little elf smile, writing down the order. “You said scrambled egg? Would you like it cheesy or plain? Have salt or pepper or neither?”

((Oh no, lol. Adaline was just wondering if the man at the bar was the cook))

“Cheesy, please. Oh, and with salt and pepper. Thank you,” Adaline gave the elf another smile as she handed him her menu. This restaurant sure was a nice place. Why hadn’t she tried it sooner?

(Lol, alright, just making sure you knew ^~^)

Dae nodded and smiled, hurrying over to the bar and squeaking up at the man there. He took the order and hung it up on a stringed window, with awaiting clothespins with other orders and went back to his magazine. Dae squeaked once more, the man sighed, turned, and rang a bell.
“New orders, Cameron,” The man drawled.

Adaline watched the exchange with curiosity. So there is a cook. She turned her attention back up to the photographs. Some of them were of beautiful landscapes captured by who she imagined was a very talented photographer. Peering closer, she recognized one of the people as the King. The King had been here?! Then she really had been missing out.

The photograph even had the King’s loopy signature in a silver color. It was in the corner and quite tiny. If she squinted she could see the name “Neophyte “Neo” Whembrooke”.

A dark hand reached up and took the orders. Cameron read them over and set them down, getting to cooking.

Adaline spent the rest of her time waiting for her food looking at the photos on the walls. There was a ton of them, so much that in some spots they almost covered the wall entirely. The restaurant may be at least semi-famous, she thought. I hope it's not too expensive.

Cameron made each order individually, despite how much time that took. It took a long while, to mix batter, to cook the egg… but he heard the wait was absolutely worth it. He plated each dish carefully, his brow taught in concentration. He finished, after a clean of the sides, and slid out the three orders, taking the others waiting. The bartender waved a finger, the plates lifted up and drifted on a tray. Little Dae hurried over, grabbed up the tray and gave them out, her dish finally reaching the table.

(Bump)

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