It was a nice place, or so the teenager had surmised to herself. It was nigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, but definitely a good way. There was even an arcade section off to the side where a little kid was playing PAC man at. The father(at least she thought it was the father) of the kid gave her a conscious smile as he ate his ice cream. She smiled back, albeit slightly confused with the facial gesture. She usually got smiles from adults when she passed a test in school like always. Andrea tended to be one of the students that ranked at the top of the class, and she did much to stay there despite her crime fighting lifestyle looking the way it was. On the bright side, she had gymnastics, so she didn't have to explain to her mother when she saw bruises all over her child from events that had nothing to do with gymnastics.<br/><br/>The sixteen year old red head walked to the counter and licked her lips twice, something she did often before talking.  Her eyes fell upon the older lady behind the counter, and took notice of the work clothes she wore. "Uh...excuse me...does this place sell burgers by any chance?"