<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>On the way to the Welcome Center<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br/><hr/>Alex walked out of the dining room with Gabriel, instinctively staying close to his side, though not quite close enough that their bodies would touch or anything. In fact, his hand on her back was the only part of them that had contact. Her eyes were constantly darting around as they walked, watching uneasily for her unwanted admirer from earlier to be lying in wait for her. Though she didn’t spot him, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was indeed watching her from somewhere.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard, she forced herself to focus on Gabriel’s words instead of the feeling of someone’s eyes on her back, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. His story was certainly more interesting than hers, and she wondered at what it must have been like to have a support system and friends like he did, willing to help him find a job when he lost his.<br/><br/>At his question, she gave a little shrug. “I answered an ad. The way it sounded, I figured this place would be just a basic resort. I didn’t realize the uhm… nature of the place until after the first three interviews and the background check,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I have to admit that there are still some days I ask myself why I took the job. Not because I don’t like it here, but you know… I can’t help but feel a little out of place. Not sure I’ll ever get really comfortable with… things… like most people here are.”<br/><br/>In the time she’d been there, she’d barely had any relations with anyone at all at the resort. She hardly counted the spur of the moment decision to sleep with Jax something that qualified her as being “at ease”, especially when one considered the fact that she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look the lifeguard in the eye again after acting that way. She could barely walk by a couple having sex under a tree without wanting to turn ten shades of red.<br/><br/>Looking up at Gabriel, she took in his face for a moment before looking back down almost immediately, her fingers tucking her hair behind her ear. His hand was still on her back and she still felt torn between the urge to press in to that hand, to enjoy the feel of his touch, and the urge to pull away and not be touched at all, if only out of how incredibly odd it was for her to find herself enjoying a strangers’s touch so much.