<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Gabriel, Closed<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her nametag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br/><hr/>“I… I don’t even know how I’m feeling. Not really. Just… shaky. Like my hands won’t stop trembling,” she murmured quietly, and he’d feel it when she loosened up on the pressure she applied to his back, the way her fingertips seemed to tremble against his back for a moment. “I think… I mean… It’s probably just adrenaline wearing off. My heart is still pounding.” Her voice had grown small and quiet, just loud enough to be heard as her eyes closed and her head tilted so her forehead rested against his chest.<br/><br/>When he asked if she wanted the man to be able to do (and succeed next time) what he’d done to her to another woman, she lowered her eyes, a slight feeling of shame washing over her. “No, of course not. I just… I’ve seen girls lose their jobs over complaints like this. I can’t… I can’t lose this job.” Her eyes glanced up at him, searching his face as he said she hadn’t done anything wrong, that the Milanos expected things like this and they were dealt with swiftly and seriously, and she could only hope he was right.<br/><br/>When her dark eyes locked on to his own, Alex felt something inside of her tighten. Perhaps it was her heart… or her lungs were just constricting because of all of the anxiety she had felt, but she suspected it was the realization that suddenly dawned on her, that they were standing incredibly close in a small amount of space, and even though there was nothing sordid about the embrace they shared, he was still a man she hardly knew. Not to mention the fact that she just realized how good his body felt against her own.<br/><br/>Immediately, a blush colored her fair cheeks and she was looking down, drawing back slightly and wiping at her tears with her hands, turning to her purse to grab her compact and a tissue to fix her face. The second she looked at herself in the mirror, she gave a little groan. Her eyes were red and puffy and what little eye makeup she wore was completely ruined. “Oh, damn,” she murmured as she began to desperately dab at her lower eyelids in an attempt to clean them up.<br/><br/>“I look terrible,” she said, glancing up at him, sounding half apologetic. “I have to clean myself up if I’m going to go back to work.” She ignored the little voice in the back of her head that said she didn’t<em>want</em>to go back to work… she wanted to stay right there with him, in that little barely-bigger-than-a-closet space with his arms around her. That little voice was insane… completely irrational. Someone like Gabriel had no interest in spending his time with someone like her under normal circumstances.