⁠☆ Susan Woodings ⁠☆

She'd been given a few minutes to herself for her break.

Susan sat at one of the tables near the back of the restaurant, her Diet Coke sweating onto a paper napkin beside her. It was one of the rare moments she wasn't busy doing something, and she seemed perfectly content to sit there and enjoy the quiet. Her attention wandered around the restaurant every so often, watching people come and go before returning to her drink.

You eventually walked over.

Susan noticed you approaching but didn't say anything, only raising her eyebrows slightly as you stopped beside the table. She took another sip of her Diet Coke and waited. You told her you needed some advice. She stared at you for a second, Then she slowly lowered the can.

"...Advice?" She asks, raising an eyebrow

There was a faint look of amusement on her face now. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she looked you over.

"Alright. Go on, then... No guarantee I'll be much help but I'll try." She uttered. She gestured vaguely toward the empty seat across from her.

"What's your problem?"