<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/>Alexandra was desperately trying to calm herself and come down out of whatever spun-up, tense place she had managed to go, but found the task impossible. When his voice sounded on the other side of the door, however, she cringed and sniffled. She probably looked like hell...she didn't want anyone to see her this way. And yet shefound she didn't have the heart to tell him no or to say he shouldn't join her.<br/><br/>When the door opened, Alex lowered her eyes and did her best to wipe at them with her hands. She expected him to say something... to tell her it was okay.. to say she needed to file a complaint... to tell her to pull herself together and get back to work. But he didn't say any of those things. In fact, he didn't say anything at all. Instead he simply stood there, seeming to wait for her to be the first to break the silence that hung between them, thick as molasses. "I'm sorry," she managed, her voice thick with tears as she looked toward him, trying to pull her lips in to a tight line so as to demonstrate more control over herself than she honestly felt she had.<br/><br/>But then she noticed something peculiar... he wasn't speaking, but he was communicating, however silently. His hand was held out for her, and after a moment of staring at it and hesitating, she lifted her own fingers to timidly brush against his. At first it was only her fingertips against his own, and then slowly her fingers curled, gripping his, and as wide brown eyes met his, she let out a soft half-sob and instinctively stepped in close, her cheek finding his chest.<br/><br/>She didn't put her arms around him, though her hand held his own, gripping it with a silent sense of desperation as she basked in the warmth of his body so close to her own. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess," she murmured. "Thank you for helping me."