Post by dakotajade on Sept 14, 2010 11:50:10 GMT -5
There wasn't part of her body that did not ache something fierce this morning. For someone who slept in some strange places, actually sleeping in the sand, it freaking hurt! Dakota was just glad that it was warm enough out at night still to where she could take her jacket and use it as a pillow. She'd gotten up at dawn, heading toward a local diner. The smells that wafted around the building were nothing short of amazing, but she had precious little money, and food hadn't been the reason she'd come in anyway. Kota had derailed into the ladies room, using the sink to clean up a little bit so at least she didn't look like she'd slept under the pier. The girl snapped her hair back into a braid, keeping it from tangling.She washed her face, slicked on some deoderant she'd nicked from a dollar store some time back, and headed out of the diner for school.
"Excuse me? Miss?" Came a voice from behind her. Kota turned to find a man standing there. He was clad in a greasy apron, overweight, balding but his eyes were kind. "You come in here every morning to use the bathroom don't ya?" He asked.
"Not illegal." Kota replied, a hand on her hip.
"No, not at all..I jsut couldn't help noticing..you don't have anywhere else to go do ya?" he asked, nodding when she shook her head in response. "Here.." he said, holding out a bag to her. It had a container of food and some stuff for a lunch for her.
"I can't..."
"Yes you can..and you will..my wife would tan my hide if she knew I let a girl walk out of here hungry. Especially an expecting on.."
Kota cringed, looking down at her abdomen, still mostly flat, with just the faintest hardened curve to it. "Yeah thanks I guess.." She took the bag, giving the guy a nod before turning and hoofing it to school. It wasn't too far of a walk at least, and when she got there, Kota took a spot under the trees to kick back. She opened the bag, pulling out the container. It had sausage, eggs, toast, potatoes and pancakes in it. There were also a few pieces of fruit, a wrapped sandwich, and a couple bottles of water for later. If she were the type, Kota might have cried slightly, but instead, she just started nibbling at some sausage and toast. wanting to make the meal last as long as she could.
"Excuse me? Miss?" Came a voice from behind her. Kota turned to find a man standing there. He was clad in a greasy apron, overweight, balding but his eyes were kind. "You come in here every morning to use the bathroom don't ya?" He asked.
"Not illegal." Kota replied, a hand on her hip.
"No, not at all..I jsut couldn't help noticing..you don't have anywhere else to go do ya?" he asked, nodding when she shook her head in response. "Here.." he said, holding out a bag to her. It had a container of food and some stuff for a lunch for her.
"I can't..."
"Yes you can..and you will..my wife would tan my hide if she knew I let a girl walk out of here hungry. Especially an expecting on.."
Kota cringed, looking down at her abdomen, still mostly flat, with just the faintest hardened curve to it. "Yeah thanks I guess.." She took the bag, giving the guy a nod before turning and hoofing it to school. It wasn't too far of a walk at least, and when she got there, Kota took a spot under the trees to kick back. She opened the bag, pulling out the container. It had sausage, eggs, toast, potatoes and pancakes in it. There were also a few pieces of fruit, a wrapped sandwich, and a couple bottles of water for later. If she were the type, Kota might have cried slightly, but instead, she just started nibbling at some sausage and toast. wanting to make the meal last as long as she could.