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“And yet you’re carrying multiple newspapers with you, as if you’re on a job hunt,” the waitress observed.
Crap. Had Delilah forgotten to zip up her bag? She was surprised everything hadn’t blown away. “What do you recommend to drink?” Delilah asked, trying to steer the subject.
“I like Coke,” the waitress said, stone-faced. “Are you looking for a job? Because we really can’t seem to keep people.”
Delilah became lost in thought, looking out the window at passersby. Her stomach gurgled. Mere minutes ago, Delilah had run into not one but two shifters, and they were all within blocks of this place. If she became a permanent fixture in a nearby business, there was a much greater chance she’d be discovered by what she was running away from.
But she did need to find stability and normalcy to reclaim her sanity and independence. If she fled like some kind of fugitive every time she met another shifter, how was she ever going to be happy again?
“Or… maybe I’ve scared you away,” the waitress frowned. “I’m sorry for assuming.”
“I’ll take it,” Delilah announced with finality.
“You’ll take it?” the waitress raised a single brow. “You will have to apply for the job like everybody else…”
“Right, sorry,” Delilah shook her head. “I mean, I’d love to work here.”
“Then let me make another assumption,” the waitress added. “You’ve waitressed before. Haven’t you?”
Delilah nodded. “How did you know?”
“Your travel bag is from a restaurant,” the waitress said simply. “Also, nobody’s that interested in floor tiles.”
“How do you keep the floors so clean?” Delilah asked. “Everything in here is immaculate.”
“Trade secret,” the waitress said. “If you get the job, maybe I’ll tell you.”
“I’d like that very much.” Delilah mustered as much enthusiasm as she could.
“Then let me get you an application.” Without asking, the waitress also poured her a Coke, saying it was on the house. Delilah could sense that she might have pitied her, and though it bothered her a bit, she was still grateful for the charity. The waitress came back to the table and sat beside Delilah, putting the application in front of her.
“So, first off…” The waitress pointed at the application. “You can put me as a reference. I’m Miranda Mae.” She continued to give Delilah her details, including address and phone number.
“What do I put for ‘relationship’?” Delilah asked.
Miranda smiled. “Just write ‘friend,’ or ‘coworker.’”
“Got it.” Delilah scrawled in Miranda’s information.
She looked at the job experience section and hesitated. She didn’t want people to know she worked at La Luna. That was traceable back to her pack. Yet she was walking around with branded merchandise from her old job as if wearing her biography on her sleeve.
“What’s wrong?” Miranda asked.
“So… I know it’s really my only job experience, but I kind of don’t want people knowing where I’m from.”
“Curious,” Miranda said. “Can I ask why?”
Delilah shook her head.
“Well… all I can say is, first of all, ditch the bag,” Miranda said. “And it’s not as if your job application is public information.”
“Understood.”
Delilah scribbled down her prior job history before going back up to the top of the page. “Also, I’m kind of staying at a hotel right now,” Delilah said. “Is that going to be an issue?”
Miranda hesitated. “I can explain it to my boss. We’ll need somewhere to route your paperwork through… Can you get a PO Box or something?”
Delilah nodded. She had no idea how to set that up, but she could stop by the post office later and figure it out.
