Out For Lunch - Abby Open Tag

[Abigail Winchester]

Despite having been some of the teachers favourites while she was still in school, being assistant coach and part of the staff didn't make Abby suddenly want to hang out with her teachers so she usually spent her lunches alone.

Today wasn't any different as she made her way to a little cafe just a few minutes away from the school compound. "Hey Abby," the girl behind the counter perked up at the sight of her regular customer. Abby gave her a weak grin. "Hey Connie." The dark haired seventeen year old offered before sliding up the stool at the counter.

"The usual?" Connie said even as she turned to get Abby her ice lemon tea. "Yeah, thanks. Extra cheese today. Thank you." Abby ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling it out. "Rough day?" Connie asked, placing the beverage on a napkin in front of Abby who chuckled lightly. "Not really. Just a little on the boring side." There wasn't much an assistant coach could do anyway.

Connie nodded as she set to make Abby's sandwich. "I feel you." Abby sipped her drink and spent her waiting time making small talk with the older girl.

Another customer came and Connie had to cater to them so Abby entertained herself with her sandwich.

[Astor Young]

Astor had taken to eating her lunches off campus as it was easier than trying to explain why she didn't really eat anything. She'd usually sit outside chugging water but as it was pretty nice out the outside was relatively crowded so Astor found herself wandering into a little cafe.

She actually wore her hair down that day as she sort of wanted Bennett to see it that way although the morning had gone by without seeing him. She wasn't sure what had happened between them on Friday after school but ever since she realized that she might have been on a date and the older boy might actually have a crush on her, she wanted to impress him. He'd showed up at her work on Sunday while she was working and she'd made sure to give him a free milkshake - making sure not to spill any this time. Then today, she'd gone through the trouble of wearing her hair down even though she usually pulled it back into a sloppy ponytail which she felt made her more invisible.

She was dressed in a clean pair of jeans with no paint too although as usually her clothes were ill-fitting and a bit too big although they weren't exactly baggy per say. She tended to buy things one size larger than she should because she thought it made her look thinner. The knitted striped tee she wore was no exception, falling off her already petite body in a draped sort of way that actually looked fashionable. Astor did know fashion after all.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" a girl behind the counter asked.

Astor glanced at the menu that was written on a chalkboard behind the counter. "Uh...the house salad I guess --vinaigrette dressing--and a water." It was perhaps the most healthy meal offered so it would have the least amount of calories. Astor slid into the seat next to Abby at the counter, having no clue who she was.

[Abigail Winchester]

The girl sitting beside her had a keen eye for fashion, Abby could see that. She was so cute too. A little young perhaps to be going off campus for lunches, if she was a student, which Abby didn't doubt she was. But it was her dressing that caught Abby's eye.

As Connie prepared the girl's salad [which Abby thought was just too little a portion for lunch, especially for the petite looking blond], the dark haired coach's assistant turned slightly and grinned. "Cute top. Where'd you get it?"

[OOC: Sorry for the short reply. >< Better than nothing, right?]

[Astor Young]

"Oh...um..." Astor began. She hadn't been expecting the older girl to talk to her. But she liked her top...that was a good sign. Sure, it wasn't one of her own designs - she rarely had the courage to wear them in public - but it was something. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "Oh thanks," she repeated, this time to the waitress as she placed the salad in front of her. She was starving of course but she knew the salad would be enough to keep her stomach from growling too much in the afternoon.

She turned back to Abby, still having no idea that she worked at her school. If Astor had to guess, she probably would have more likely guessed her to be a student. "It's from this store called Brandy Melville," she said, "they just opened it on the promenade in Santa Monica," she told her. She had liked this store because most of their clothes were one size fits most which meant big on Astor as they were probably all wavering around mediums.

She stuck her fork into the salad and took a bite, chewing slowly. She swallowed and smiled over at Abby. "Do you go to Gould Silver?" she guessed, figuring that it was the only high school in the area walking distance from this place. Astor wasn't really shy, so any lack of talking on her part usually came from lack of confidence. But now that she'd be complimented she felt a little better about conversing with the older girl. Astor hadn't really made any friends yet, so who knew what some polite conversation would bring.

[Abigail Winchester]

Even before she started talking, there was something about the girl Abby didn't find that she liked. No, it was nothing personal the younger girl should take offence to but it was just something that just didn't quite place the girl properly. She was a little too timid and just a little bit on the thin side. Abby herself filled out her clothes and ate healthily enough. To her body image was important and Jack Skellington's body double was not the image she wanted to portray. But this girl...

Don't overanalyse the situation, Abigail. She chided herself mentally.

Abby smiled, quite genuinely at that, when the girl talked about her top. "Oh I know that place. I think they sell some of my stuff..." Abby said more to herself than to the younger girl.

The smile on the girl's face was open, something Abby liked despite feeling something was amiss. "I did." Abby chuckled. "I'm the assistant coach for the cheerleading squad." She further explained. "I'm guessing you go there too?" Abby asked as she took a bite out of her sandwich, some of the sauce dripping down on to the plate the sandwich had come in.

[Astor Young]

If Astor had any idea that Abby was suspect of her eating habits - she would have been mortified. Astor worked so hard to hide them that she would have hated to think that she was still transparent. She was skinny - but not too skinny - okay, maybe borderline too skinny, but that's why she are so little. If she ate more, she knew she'd gain weight in a hot minute and turn into the chubby girl.

She'd watched her mother's weight fluctuate back and forth thanks to diets and surgeries, not to mention her mother's constant scrutiny of everything and anything she did. If she made sure to stay skinny, well then she'd be in the clear when it came to one thing at least.

When Abby mentioned she knew the store, Astor wasn't surprised because the girl seemed to have a fashion sense of her own. But they sold some of her stuff? That part threw her off. After all the store was based out of Italy...it only had just come to the US and they certainly didn't sell anything outside of the brand. Astor's initial thought was that the girl must be confused and thinking of something else, but then she could be lying and if so, Astor was not confident enough to say so. "Cool," she said vaguely.

"Oh," she said feeling even more awkward as she learned that this girl was on staff. "Cheerleading...I see," she said, wondering if she should mention that she had considered trying out but deciding against it. After all, what if she said something and the next things he knew this girl was dragging her into tryouts only for Astor to fall all over herself and completely fail which was the thought that kept her from going for it in the first place. It was good exercise though and cheerleading did seem to make you popular, which Astor wanted to be. But she knew she didn't have the confidence to pull it off. Not in a million years.

"I do...I just started there this year," she said, answering Abby's other question. She didn't want to come out and say she was a freshman even though she figured that it was probably obvious by how young she looked compared to most of the other students.