Post by MARY JEAN MCCORMICK . on Aug 16, 2012 18:54:33 GMT -8
[style=width:350px; margin-top: 240px; background-color: #6c7d99; font-family: raleway; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 5px; position: relative; color: fff;]take only what you need
Moving out of home was probably one of the easiest decisions Mary had ever made. Not because she wanted to get away from her parents, but because she had just known it was time for her to fly the coop. She'd always been a bit independent, even under the watchful eyes of her parents and siblings, so in being on her own, she'd really flourished. Or, at least, that was how Mary saw it. She'd been enjoying her freedom, going out with her new college friends, while her studies had slowly taken a back seat in her list of priorities. On top of that, recently she'd been working more and more shifts at work, giving her even less time to herself, let alone be able to catch up with her family.
Knowing that her parents were going away to New York at the end of the week, however, Mary had made it a priority to catch up with her parents. Unfortunately, it was a little awkward to organize things, since Mare had no idea what their schedules were like. In fact, she had been just about to ring them to find out when they were free when they had called her first. Or at least, her father had. When he asked to have lunch the next day, Mary hadn't hesitated in accepting the invitation, genuinely excited to see her father for the first time in what seemed like weeks.
It had been such a long time since Mary had been to Lucy's Diner. She vaguely recalled having a birthday there, being surrounded by her parents and four older brothers, the slightly plump waitress (who still looked exactly as Mary recalled) bringing over a cake alight with birthday candles, and everybody singing. Entering the diner, Mary glanced around, noticing the decor had not changed a bit since her last visit, and neither had much of the regulars. The food was still the same greasy, but delicious fare one would expect of an old style diner, and Mary was delighted to see that they still did their milkshakes the way she liked them. On the whole, she was glad her father had suggested they meet here, rather than any other place in town.
Narrowing her focus, Mary scanned the diner for any sign of the hulking frame of her father. She was about to give up and sit at a table to wait for him, when she spied him out the corner of her eye. It looked almost comical, him sitting at one of the booths, and Mary let a smile grace her face as she approached him. "Papa!" she greeted him, once she was in earshot, not even needing to lean down as she embrace him lightly. "How are you? You look tired. Still working late, then?" Mary couldn't help herself. The questions rolled off her tongue as she slid into the seat opposite him.
(( blahh, this kind of sucks. will get better~ c: ))
