"come on, mister, you gotta have somethin'..." she practically begs as she leans over the shitty laminate countertop and follows him as he picks up abandoned plates and half drunk coffee cups, doing her best to offer up the big sad puppy dog eyes that she's never really mastered. "i ain't askin' for much, just somethin' to pick up a few bucks so i can keep a roof over my head. i'm a hard worker, i promise! i'll do whatever you need. i can bus tables or wash dishes, i can even wait on people if you need it." as if to get her point across, she begins following him around the small, hole in the wall diner, picking up a plates and balancing them carefully atop one another on one arm while balancing four coffee mugs and an empty water pitcher in the other.

it's been almost two years since she left home and all of it's bullshit behind her and this is all a routine by now: a new place, a new name, a new job. she'll stay here for a while, a few months tops and save up as much cash as she can before she has to get on to the next place.