<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 name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br/><hr/>When Gabriel said he would be her body guard, Alex felt her cheeks go a little bit pinker, but a tiny smile tugged at the corners of her full lips. Biting the lower one shyly, she looked around for a moment before realizing she didn’t have her purse. “Let me go get my bag,” she said before hurrying back off to the very closet they had been standing in not long before. Grabbing it off of the hook inside, she stopped to look at herself in her small compact mirror again, but this time found herself worrying not over how customers might feel, but how<em>Gabriel</em>might feel about how disheveled she was.<br/><br/>The truth of course was that she didn’t look that bad at all, considering what she’d been through… her eyes were a little red and her expression somewhat haggard from the emotional turmoil, but she was none the worse for wear. Still, for Alex every little flaw and imperfection stood out like a neon sign in the dead of night and she found herself staring at herself in annoyance for a moment before snapping the compact closed, slipping it in to her bag, and stepping back out in to the open before moving back over to where he stood.<br/><br/>His words about her getting to have him around for the next four hours made her unexpectedly happy, and she had to fight the urge to wear a somewhat goofy smile on her face at the idea of him sticking around.<br/><br/>As they left the restaurant, she felt the warmth of his hand on the small of her back and was torn between relaxing in to his comforting touch and feeling tense, like the strings of a violin tightened too much. She wanted to tremble at the same time she wanted to sigh, and there was a little part of her brain that was mentally berating herself for her reactions to his touches. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. At all. She’d just been accosted and had it not been so public, the man might have even raped her… and all she could think about was how good Gabriel’s hand felt?<br/><br/>The memories of being in his arms in the close quarters of the tiny staff-only closet came rushing back to her, but she did her best to ignore them as they walked out in to the sunlight. Glancing up at him shyly, she wondered if he could tell all the different directions her mind was taking, but she guessed that given he was clearly not interested in her in such a way that he’d never even think to care what went through her head.<br/><br/>"So how did you come to work at Bekamor?" she finally asked, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt trying to make small talk while the press of his hand on her back was distracting her so perfectly.