<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>missbehaved:</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Heather Lockshire<br/>Waitress.</strong><br/><br/>Heather grew up as a typical small-town girl in typical small-town England.  She looks probably 19, she may be a bit younger but definitely not yet 20, with subtle and sultry curves just beginning to fill out her height.  A mop of sultry midnight curls cascade over her back and frame a youthful and freckled face bedecked with a pair of emerald eyes.  She is a bright little ray of sunshine, generally bubbling over with infectious cheer.  Though she is quite bright, her small-town naïveté and desire to believe the best in things makes her seem and airhead at times.<br/><br/>Her biggest dream growing up was to one day leave the town she was born in and travel far away.  The best she’s managed to do is move to the next town over down the road.  Seriously, she told herself, she had meant to keep walking.  There was just something about that house, something big inside that inn that just pulled on her somewhere deep.  She hadn’t been particularly hungry, but the Lady of the establishment had been so nice…  They were the best chips ever.  Perhaps not high praise coming from one of Heather’s experience, but praise nonetheless.  It tasted like she thought dreams should taste…<br/><br/>Whatever happened there, Heather never could convince herself to leave the Inn.  She spends as much time there as she can, never really questioning the odd way people act or the mysterious habits of her employer.  As her mother used to say, "It's just one of things..."