Waiting for a friend

Lamina had just gotten off an night shift that she had pulled at the Pub which she was employed, and so to wind down after a long day she decided to grab something to eat at a local diner and afterwards planned to make her way back home and sleep in for the day seeing as it was now her day off and she really had no other plans beyond getting more sleep due to the fact that well, if she were honest, she knew a very small number of people - practically none, if one excluded her co-workers.

She tried to never really let her lack of friends get to her, but found herself running a soft hand covered by it's finger-less glove through her long strands of golden blonde hair with a sigh, closing those violet hues of her own as she tried to concentrate on the fact that what mattered is that she was living on her own now and no longer had to deal with what she viewed as an overprotective mother and a bit of an overbearing father despite his lack of presence in her early childhood, having managed on her own fairly well so far by her own eyes at least and although she had some run-ins with the law due to her pugilistic nature she was all in all viewed as a good individual that simply got a little out of hand sometimes.

With that in mind, Lamina elected to then just take in the sunshine of the summer day before her and save her troubles for another time while continuing along her path to the diner she intended to visit, walking through the door to the sound of a little chiming bell that was meant as a signal to the staff that a new customer had arrived.
She got a few stares, admittedly, from a few patrons of the diner due to the fact today she was dressed more lightly than she typically would be - due in part to the fact it was already fairly warm outside and also because most of her attire was being repaired after an incident with channeling her inner heat and forgetting about the flammability of cloth. Today, Lamina was dressed in a simple yellow tube-top with a flame emblazoned on one breast and also wearing a short pair of black jeans fastened with a belt and of course her finger-less gloves that completed her casual attire for the day.

Stretching her arms out above her head with a small grunt of exhaustion, Lamina was then led to a table and ordered herself a glass of water before beginning to look over the menu, taking note of the fact that the diner was relatively packed for a summer's day and that the only real seats nearby were on her end of the establishment, against the windows where the sunlight shone through and one could see out onto the city street and vice versa.
Tapping a finger idly against the table, Lamina looked over the diner's offerings on the menu with intent while occasionally sipping from a glass of water and taking a look now and then at the patrons around her, wondering briefly if she should start trying to mingle with people outside of work, who knew, maybe she could make an actual friend some day?

Bob woke to the sound of his alarm blaring at 8 in the morning. He set it for that time in preparation of getting an actual job, he assumed he would need to be up around this time. If not, he figured he could quickly adjust his sleeping schedule based on whatever job he would finally be hired for.

He had an interview later in the afternoon, and with only bike travel to get there he figured he should wake up early to get a head start on arriving. The body he possessed on this day was a man he dubbed 'Bob Bobberson.' It's a name he more commonly went by while trying to achieve a social life. For everything else he needs he creates fake aliases to get by. Bob had short hair, combed over to his right side with side burns going a little bit past his square framed glasses. He assumed the face of a man who'd just freshly shaven his facial hair. For the sake of getting there he wore more athletic like clothing, to appear as if he were just some biker going along and getting their work out. He would change later, he decided, once he could walk to the location rather than ride. This consisted of nothing more than shorts, a biker's helmet, and a white T-shirt. Rather than his square framed glasses, he wore some shades because like some other people, he gets annoyed riding towards the sun without them. He created a bicycle from his body and rode on.

Eventually, he would reach a dinner, this being about an hour after he had departed. He would head for the back of the diner where he would reabsorb the bicycle into his body after ensuring there was no one else around. After that he circled back to the front, entering the establishment. He was greeted by a waitress he once knew a year or so back when he often visited this place. "Mornin'" He said, leaving her to get back to work as she was busy. He headed for the bathroom, where, after finding an empty stall he would proceed to transform his current attire to a suit, necessary for his interview. He would walk back out and find himself a seat, and place an order.

Lamina eventually had settled upon a simple hash-brown, egg and sausage breakfast platter from the menu that she had been peering at for a few minutes now, ordering her meal just as she would notice a man sitting at a table beside her wearing a suit and seeming to be strangely familiar in a sort of vague way that one would feel about those they had seen on the streets once or twice but never really made contact with, making the blonde haired woman definitely a bit curious about who he was and if she really had seen him before, or if he just had one of those 'familiar faces'.

While still waiting for her meal to arrive, Lamina began to observe the man quietly, wanting to say something at first but deciding it would be a bit weird of her to initiate a conversation out of the blue so she simply observed for now, hoping for a opportunity to present itself just as her meal arrived and, after thanking the waitress, she began to eat while occasionally glancing over towards the suit wearing man.
A few minutes passed and eventually Lamina had finished her meal and left the money necessary to pay for the meal along with a decent tip on the table before then walking to the front entrance of the diner and waiting outside of the establishment for the suited man to arrive, given that he did at all.

If he had showed up, Lamina would then take it upon herself to finally speak towards him as he left the diner in a calm, casual tone of voice: "Hey - I know this might sound a bit weird, but uh, do I know you?" She asked, pausing for a moment before adding, "I'm asking 'cause you just seemed familiar and I was wondering if maybe I'd seen you at the Pub or something, I work downtown at one as a Bouncer so I see a lot of people coming in and out." She said, giving a small laugh along with a rub to the back of her own head. "Sorry, I don't really talk to people a whole lot outside of work, I guess I probably sound a bit weird bringing that all up out of the blue.." She concluded, carefully running a few fingers delicately through her own hair in a manner that suggested she felt a bit awkward about the whole situation, but was determined to see it through nonetheless.

It would be then, if indeed this had managed to transpire at all, that Lamina would await a response while keeping her purple hues trained upon the man supposedly before her, curious as to his response if any that she would receive.

It wouldn't take long for him to finish his meal. He began to chat with the waitress he knew for a short amount of time before he began to head towards the exit. He was ready for his interview but at the same time had another hour or so. He sighed as he made his exit, wondering what he would do for the next hour. Though, the answer would somewhat seem to answer his question. Someone would stop him to ask a rather odd question. The lady mentioned that Bob had looked familiar to her, though, that would more than likely be impossible he thought. He's been through a lot of forms, so it is possible that she could have seen one nearly like this, however he has never met her before. "No, I don't think so." He would begin to say, "Sorry about that." He extended his hand implying he meant to shake her hand. "My name's Bob. Bob Bobberson." He said. She wouldn't know this name, more than likely. This was the first time he used the last name bobberson, and he only put it due to his lack of creativity at the time. "How are you today?" He asked, trying to be polite.