"Good morning Ealasaid." She jumped and looked up from the table, she hadn't heard the door open.
"Good morning Doctor." She watched warily as the man slid into the seat across the table from her. He placed the stack of papers in front of him and observed her over his linked fingers.
"How are you feeling today?"
She looked around nervously. Two guards flanked her chair watching her sternly. She shrugged a shoulder. "Fine."
"Any incidents last night?"
Again she frowned and lifted her hands. Her wrists were encased in thick metal shackles and attached to a metal ring on the table. They rattled loudly as she moved and she glanced behind her. Her bright eyes were nervous and he could see the tension in her body.
"It would seem that way."
"Would you like to talk about what happened?"
She shivered as the memory of her 'correction' flashed through her mind. "You know I don't really feel like talking at all today."
She looked to the table, her auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders hiding her face from him.
"Did you hurt anyone?"
She raised her hands again, the sound of metal again metal filling the room. "I wouldn't be wearing these otherwise."
"I guess that's true." Eramund Sinoff watched her carefully. He wanted, needed, to get a reaction from her. "Then maybe we could talk about something else."
She was beginning to relax. Without the imminent threat of danger, she felt braver and leant back in her chair.
"Like I said, I don't feel much like talking today Doc."
His eyes darted to the guards stood behind her before he spoke again. "What about Drago?" Her grey eyes flashed dangerously and he could feel the anger coming off her. "Maybe we could talk about your time with him?"
"Don't you dare," her whole body was trembling and her hands curled into fists on the table. "Don't you fucking dare. You're not good enough to even say his name."
One of the guards reached down and placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. She wrenched herself free and stood. The shackles snapped tight bringing her up short of reaching him. He leant back in his chair nervously and watched as her plump lips curved in a snarl.
"I'll never tell you where he is." Her eyes flashed defiantly.
The hands grabbed her again and she felt the cuffs being unlocked. The guards held her tightly by her upper arms and dragged her from the room as she struggled against them. Eramund could hear her voice from down the hall as she was dragged away.
"You can't keep me here you fucking psycho!" He sighed as her screams retreated down the corridor. "You're crazy! You're all fucking crazy!"
*
Standing in front of the mirror she smoothed down the skirt of her uniform and tightened the white apron around her waist. She couldn't help but smile. Although she would never tell anyone she loved the outfit. She worked in a fifties diner and the uniforms consisted of a thigh length pale blue skirt, a dark blue short sleeved blouse, white apron, white socks and black and white saddle shoes.
Very cliché, but half the fun of working there.
She glanced at the clock before tightening the white bow that held her long hair back in a ponytail and popping another strip of gun into her mouth. Checking the pockets of her apron from her pad and tucking her pen into her hair she made her way out into the bustling restaurant. She walked over to the counter and smiled at the large man stood in front of the equally large stove.
"Well my day just got better," Grif's deep, southern drawl made her smile.
"Hi handsome." She leant across the counter and dropped a kiss to his cheek.
"Hi baby girl." He nodded towards the back corner of the restaurant. "Your biggest fans are back."
She looked over to her section and sighed. A group of four men sat at a table watching her. Rolling her eyes at Grif she sauntered over and took the pen from her hair.
"Hello again boys."
The leader, a tall blonde, leered up at her. "Hello beautiful."
"You want the usual?" She tilted her head to the side and forced her plump lips into a winning smile.
"And get something for yourself." He winked at her and she laughed softly.
"I've told you before, I'm working and my boss would have my ass if he saw me slacking."
The blonde smiled and leant back his eyes roaming over her round ass in her skirt. "It's a very nice ass, I can't say I blame him."
"I'll be right back with your drinks." She turned and walked to the bar. Grif smiled out at her and she rolled her eyes.
"They giving you trouble baby?"
She shook her head as she filled a large pitcher with beer. "Nothing I can't handle but I'll be sure to tell you if they get too handsy." She loaded her tray with mugs, the pitcher and hefted it onto her shoulder. "They'll have the usual," she shouted over her shoulder as she moved away.
She placed the tray down on the table and a movement from behind her caught her eye. Turning she saw a solitary figure sit at a table in her section and flashed the men a smile.
"I'll be right back with your food."
She could feel their eyes on her as she walked away but forced herself to smile as she approached the next table. She took the pen from her hair, tossing her head to send the ponytail tumbling down her back and pulled her pad from the pocket of her apron.
"Good evening." She kept her voice light and friendly. "My name is Ealasaid, I'll be your server."
She raised her eyes from her pad to look at him and her breath caught in her throat. He stared up at her, a small smile curving his lips and a dimple appearing in his left cheek. His skin was tanned a warm golden, brown and his blonde hair hung down his back. He had tied it back with a thin black band but some had escaped to frame his face. His chin and cheeks were covered in blonde stubble but she could see a faint scar running down his right cheek. Another cut through his blonde eyebrow and as she watched he crossed his arms across his broad chest. The muscles in his biceps bulged in his long sleeved black t-shirt and he leant back in his chair. Her eyes were drawn back to his though, they were a bright hazel and flashed as he watched her.
She felt her cheeks heat and quickly dragged her eyes from him to look back at her pad.
"Ealasaid, what a beautiful name." His deep voice was lit by a French accent and she felt shivers run through her at the sound.
Shaking herself she swallowed and forced herself to look back into his eyes. "What can I get you?"
