Shane Bishop

*After a few moments, you return with two glasses of water and a pitcher of water, setting them down on the table. Shane seems to be staring at you, not saying anything.*

*i pause a moment* this um.... it's tap water... we don't have any of the fancy brands or anything...

*He looks at you, seeming almost amused.* You...... You don't have bottled water?

*Shane's eyes widen* You know, you have the attitude of a two year old.

*you glare at him* And you have the emotions of a plant!

*Shane scowls* And you're as stubborn as a mule.

*Shane clenches his jaw tightly, his expression darkening.* Why do you think I'm here? I want to know why you're here, doing this. *Shane gestures around at the restaurant.*

because this is my job......

*Shane's brow furrows, not believing a word of what you're saying.* Your job is to serve tables?

*Shane is at work now. Sitting in his office and looking through the reports of his company's finances. It's all a bit boring, but it's what he does. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door and he looks up. A bit annoyed, he stands up and goes to open the door.*

*you see a delivery girl wearing a cap and a mask and a uniform and you noticed the Same tattoo I have on her wrist when she gave you a tablet for you to sign while holding a box you ordered*

*Shane raises a brow at this girl. She's wearing a uniform, and has a mask. He wonders why she's wearing it, but then he notices the tattoo on her wrist. A small tattoo of a flower. The same one he saw on you. He signs the tablet without a word and then takes the box from her.*