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"Hullo!" I say just for the fun of it to Rosemary, "Welcome to Soul-of-the-City Diner, my name is Lily Tyler and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with a drink?" Aoife opens her eyes and smiles at me, looking tired. "Hey, Lily! How're you?" she greets. "I'm brilliant! How about yourself?" "Ah, dinnae ken. It's been a strange day," she replies. I nod, understanding how she felt. Mrs. Parker and her nephew, Peter, came in around dinner time and I could have sworn that he sounded just like Spider-man. You know, the two times that he came 'round here and the one time I got the privilege of serving him and Mr. Stark. But then just as a police car came speeding by, Peter perked up and said he had to go to the bathroom. Came back thirty minutes later with a bruise on his face. Said that he had fallen in the bathroom and hit the sink. Of course, I was worried that they would press charges or something, but he said it was just his own clumsiness. I still made sure that their meals were half off and sent them home with a dessert of their choice. "Yeah, today's had that kind of feeling to it. Maybe a biscuit will help?" I offered. She chuckles. "Heh. Maybe. But for now, I think I'll have a black tea with milk," Rosemary orders. I nod and jot it down. "One black tea with milk, coming right up!" I hurry to the back to call out the order to my fellow brit, Conner Mackenzie, who was a cook. I go back out and find that a man has sat down in my section with his hood up. Looked extremely suspicious with a hoodie underneath a leather jacket, that looked exactly like my dad's, if I do say so myself, but who was I to judge? I shrugged to myself and went over. "Good evening, sir, welcome to Soul-of-the-City Diner, my name is Lily Tyler, can I start you off with anything?" I ask politely. "Yeah," says a familiar male voice, "You could start with giving your twin brother a hug." I gasp as he stands up, grinning as he pulls down his hoodie to reveal a brown-eyed, military-short brown haired, olive-skinned, freckle-faced sixteen-year-old. "JACK!" I squeal, hugging my head-taller twin brother, "What are you doing here!? You should be in Edinburgh!" "I had a week break and decided to see how my little sister was doing here in the great big city of New York," he explained, grinning. I slapped him playfully in the shoulder. "You're only older by an hour!" I chided and then gave him a hug. "I'm glad your here." Then I pushed him back in the seat. "Now what do you want to order?" "Typhoo tea. Three sugars, no milk or cream. Ooh, and I'll try this chocolate-chip-and-macademia-nut-... what's a cookie?" He frowned. I smirked. "It's a biscuit, genious," I inform him. "Right! I forgot. America now. Yes, I'll have the chocolate-chip-and-macademia-nut biscuit with the tea," he finalizes. I nod. "Alright, I'll be right back with your order, Captain Tyler," I say with a smile. In three years, when he got his medical degree, he would be joining the Air Force, just like his godfather. I came into the kitchen and called out his order. I also grabbed Aoife's now-finished tea and brought it back out. "There you go, Rosemary! Anything else I can get you?" I inquired. She shook her head, taking a sip. She winced a bit at the heat. "No, thanks, I'm good for now. Who's the fellow you were huggin'?" Rosemary questioned. "Oh, that's my twin brother. I know, we look nothing alike, but it's true. He goes to college in Edinburgh, so we don't usually see each other. Why do you ask?" I replied. She grinned. "Us brits got to stick together, don't we?" I grinned back. "Definitely."
(Yay, so, I looked back and saw that Aoife was SCOTTISH and was like WE HAVE TWO PEOPLE FROM GREAT BRITAIN, (do they call each other brits? I quite honestly don't know and apologize if I got that wrong. >.< But one's Scottish and the other's English and they are both in the U.K. and I didn't know what to say....) THEY SHOULD BOND OVER THAT. So that's where the end of that POV came from. Hope you liked it! XD)
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"But I don't regret,
Nor will I forget all who took the road with me.
To these memories I will hold
With your blessing I will go.
I bid you all a very fond farewell."