"Oh?" Rodge copied the London accent, she had lived there for the past five years, but had never perfected it. She was called out as a Yankee every time. Though, that nickname suited her sorely. "I think you could be. Are you an actress? Or... interested in acting?" The girl was pretty enough to be an actress or a model if she wasn't already. The word 'Pretty' didn't cut it, she was glamorous in her costume, if this was a speakeasy instead of a diner, she'd be the bell of the ball rather than the odd little actress in the wrong scene, playing to the wrong audience.<br/><br/>Rodge returned to the kitchen. She cut an extra-large slice of sticky flaky baklava. She topped it off with a dash of cinnamon and brought it back out to the<span style="font-style: italic">actress</span>.<br/><br/>When she returned, the woman had on a sticker-name tag. "Here you are...<span style="font-style: italic">Moreta</span>." she said placing the plate and a fork beside the woman. Rodge stood back and folded her hands in her apron. Something was still bothering her, nagging at her. Rodge wondered what was off, a costume but no play, and now a name-tag? Was<span style="font-style: italic">Moreta</span>a stage name or her real one?<br/><br/>"Oh, I get it! Your one of those tour-guides, right?" She smiled wide, proud to solve the mystery of the flapper woman. "The ghost-tours? I've seen 'em around the city, dressing up like someone from history and showing folks the haunted spots. There's a lot of that in Whitechapel... though... If you ask me to many people are<span style="font-style: italic">into</span>jack the ripper." Rodge rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>"You know, this whole block is really old. They say it's haunted but I don't really think that... Are we a spot on your tour?"<br/><br/>It was one thing to small talk a customer, but considered rude and disruptive to carry on to much. "I'm... I'm sorry. I bet you don't want to talk about work or anything. How about a coffee to go with that?" Rodge turned away to fetch the dark roast, her cheeks burning. Moreta was her only customer at the moment, still, Rodge wasn't one to ramble on or forget herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Just my luck, it's the first night Andross has me closing on my own; I'm late, I'm embarrassing myself in front of customers, what else is going to go wrong tonight?'</span>