<div style="text-align: justify;">Rebecca laughed along with Tom. Being a waitress, she was used to being nice to all patrons, and any friend of a friend was a friend of hers, so Becca was a little bit nicer than she would have usually been.<br/><br/>"All right, good choice", she replied when he placed his order. A part of her was paying attention to Ash, but she still needed to work. When he said her place was fine, Becca nodded. "Cool. And not from work to home, I don't. It's not that far, and I'm used to walking home", she replied to his question about whether or not she drove. <br/><br/>After these words, she smiled when Ash sounded awkward. It was good to see him again, and she didn't care about how awkward he was. To be honest, it was actually kind of endearing to see that his behavior - at least toward her - hadn’t changed that much.<br/><br/>Excusing herself, she went inside to place their orders and walked around taking some others. There was work to be done, after all, and she needed to make those tips.<br/><br/>After she got in the swing of things, the night seemed to go fast. An order here, a hello there, a possible fight to prevent somewhere else, and Rebecca barely had the time to stop by Ash or shoot him a quick glance to make sure he was still around. Despite the fact that she was nearly sure he wouldn't leave, she still wanted to make sure he was still around and staying out of trouble. The second part wasn't because she thought her old friend was a troublemaker. It was more due to her protective nature when it came to friends. A part of her had yet to catch up and remind herself that Ash was a grown up and, judging by his current build, perfectly capable of taking good care of himself.<br/><br/>When her shift finally ended, Rebecca was tired, but excited to catch up with Ash over a cup of coffee. <br/><br/>When he wandered over to the bar, she was busy cleaning up and picking up glasses. Smiling back at him, she set the glasses on a tray to take back to the kitchen. "Just give a few minutes to take these to the back and wash my face, and we can go", she replied, gesturing towards where the tray with the balls should be placed, on a small table right next to the last bar stool to the left. "I think we can drive", she continued before picking up the tray and using her hip to open the door to the kitchen. "My roommate is out of town, you can park on her spot, and wouldn't have to come here to get your car later", Rebecca completed before disappearing into the small kitchen.</div>