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TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

MARLEY ROSE

For a moment she wasn’t sure if his answer was making fun of her ramble or if she just made him nervous too. All it took was a look at him to see it was the latter. Just like last week when he’d called her beautiful and gotten embarrassed. “Then thank you for spending your post work morning here with us,” she said, gesturing to the empty diner. Even Bo was taking a break and sitting at the counter.

“Coffee with cream and sugar,” she repeated, writing it down on her notepad. When the last part registered in her mind, Marley looked up at him. “Your order will be up in just a minute,” she said, tucking the notepad and pen into her apron. Marley walked back around the counter and poured two mugs full of coffee. She made one with more cream than the other so he had options. When she got back to his table, she set down both mugs and took the spot across from him. “One’s for you, the other’s for me,” she explained. “And my name is Marley.” With the name reveal, Marley reached into her pocket and took out her new name tag to pin to her uniform. “Tada

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He glanced around the empty diner. With everything being available at the swipe of a finger, the businesses like these were going out a style. Hell, even McDonalds delivered now with Uber at it’s side. It’s why the place was empty, why go out when you can stay in. That and now people liked going to more expensive places, even though they were being charged more for the same kind of food. “It’s alright, I like it this way.” He decided as she walked away, without giving her name

Jake watched her move toward the counter, fix the cups of coffee and head back over. He was surprised when he realized that she was taking a seat across from him. The last person to do that- Jake pulled the earbuds out of his ear before quickly putting one back in. The humming brought back too much. “Marley, I like that better than Jonathan. So who shot the sheriff, but didn’t shoot the deputy? Your mom or your dad?”

MARLEY ROSE

She did her best not to stare when he took an earbud out only to put it back in. Maybe he just loved music that much that he was always listening to something. After he’d taken one of the coffees, she took the other to start sipping on. That was one thing about working here: Marley swore she was the only one who knew how to make decent coffee with the cheap stuff Bo bought. The other ladies either burnt it or made it too strong. Though Marley had admittedly had a few customers say they liked to drink coffee like mud.

“I like it better than Jonathan too,” she grinned behind her mug. At his reference, Marley shook her head and set down the cup to cradle in her hands. “See you’re getting it wrong. I shot the sheriff,” she corrected him with a wink. “Nice one, by the way. Most people hear my name and think about that sad dog movie I never actually saw. Or they just drop Bob Marley’s name. But you went the full mile and gave a lyric. I like your style,” she smiled. Her foot nudged his under the table, “When do I get to know your name?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“Well I can quote any song, anytime.” He bragged while looking down at his coffee. “You’re named after one of the greatest songwriters in history, we should all be so lucky. But I don’t know anything about some sad dog movie.”

Jake was of course about to move his foot out of her way, thinking that he was maybe taking up too much room, but then he saw her playful smile and shrugged. “Not as impressive as yours, my name that is. I actually don’t think that there are any songs in connection with my name.” He wondered for a moment if he should tell her his alias, but then went with his real name. “My name is Jake, just Jake.”

MARLEY ROSE

It was tempting to test him on his lyrical knowledge, but she let it slide for now. “I don’t think my mom actually named me after him, but I will still take the compliment,” she nodded. “And trust me, the movie wasn’t worth the crying at the end. They just played with the audiences emotions the whole time.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Just Jake,” Marley said warmly. “And you’re wrong about that, Mr. Music. I know a song with Jake in it.” Her eyes fell to the bright pink iPod for a second, sending her thoughts off track. “How many of those do you have?” She could’ve sworn that he had a black iPod the last time he was there. If he’d brought in this one, she absolutely would’ve remembered.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He didn’t even notice the fact that he was sporting a different Ipod than he did the week before. He collected these things, it was one of the only things he had left from his mom, the busted up first model ipod and the collection he started after. They were going out of buisness, since the iphone's, so getting them second hand for cheep wasn’t hard at all.

“I have different ipods for different moods.” He explained with a casual shrug. Jake met her eyes for a moment. “And tell me, what is this song that has my name in it, because if there is one, I’ll need to know it- for research reasons.” He challenged.

MARLEY ROSE

“Different iPods for different moods, he says… Hm.” She hummed to herself, bouncing her foot under the table. Most people had different playlists for different moods, at most. This was way more cool. “Alright, I’m jealous,” she admitted when he met her gaze.

“It’s an oldie,” she began. “But you could’ve guessed that from what I was singing last time. And even though it’s by a very popular singer, not many people know the song.” Marley raised an eyebrow, a slow grin working its way onto her expression as she gave him a moment to guess. “It’s Elton John, A Town Called Jubilee.” She cleared her throat and started to sing quietly, “Come on, little sister, get up offa my knee. Gonna settle down someday in a town called Jubilee. Come on, brother Jake, break on out and a break free. Gonna set things right and set up a house in a town called Jubilee

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I like old music, it has more soul to it.” His brows furrowed. “I mean, it just sounds better than what we have now. It’s like now everyone is an idiot because the popular songs are just repetitive. I like the songs that tell a story or go with the beat of everyday life.” Jake suddenly looked down, that probably sounded insane or made him look like a hipster.

But he leaned in close, now taking the last earbud out of his ear just to listen to her sing. A smile crept onto his face, it was quick, but he enjoyed hearing her sing. Jake swallowed hard. “I never heard that before and you- you have a beautiful voice.” He told her sincerely. “Guess I’ll be making another trip to the shop later.”

MARLEY ROSE

She didn’t understand the change in his expression as he spoke about old music. It was like he was embarrassed, but she couldn’t figure out why. “I think so too. I miss back when bands all recorded in the same little studio, like at MoTown.” Looking into her coffee mug, she sighed, “I wish I had a record player.”

When she sang, he took out his earbud. That meant something, right? He was actually giving her his full attention, which not many people did. Marley ducked her head at his compliment, hiding behind another sip of coffee. “Thank you,” she said warmly. “Guess you don’t know every lyric there is,” she teased.

The sound of Bo clearing his throat again had Marley rolling her eyes. She reluctantly slid back out of the booth, taking her mug with her. “Well, I’m back to work. So let me know if you want to order some food. I’ll be at the counter,” she nodded, starting to step away.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I have a record player.” He told her. “Well it’s not mine, but there is one in my apartment and Joe loves music. He approves of Carla Thomas by the way.” Jake wanted to ask her out, but he wasn’t going to ask her back to his place. It wasn’t like he was ashamed, he just never knew when he was being watched or by who.

“Actually, what time do you get off?” He asked her. “Cause I’d like to keep talkin’ to you- actually this is the most I’ve talked in a long time. I mean, it’s not gonna be something exciting, mostly chores and I have a song that I think you might like.”

MARLEY ROSE

Before Marley could ask who Joe was to him, Jake was talking more than he had the first time they met. “I’d like that too,” she said, “With or without anything exciting.” That was funnier in her head. “Oh, uhm,” she checked her watch. “My shift ends at 1:30 after the lunch rush, so in about four and a half hours?” She definitely didn’t expect him to wait around that long for her. So she tore off a slip of paper from her notebook to write down her name and number.

“Why don’t you give me a call around then and we can talk some more? I’ve got some chores to do myself at the laundromat.” Marley handed over the paper with a smile. “Just for the record, you’re the first guy I’ve given my number to at work. So don’t go losing it, alright?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He looked down at the paper she had slid his way and nodded his head. “Don’t worry, I won’t go losing it.” Jake promised, enchanted once again with the pretty handwriting. “Put it right here in my pocket.” He took a moment to look around the diner before putting cash out onto the table.

“So- I’ll see you at 1:30 then” He confirmed with a nod of his head. Jake would have stayed, but he didn’t want her thinking that he was clingy or something and as much as he would have loved for Bo to get a clue and let her off early would be wishful thinking. “See ya then.” He said with a wink.

Look Like A Zebra

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

MARLEY ROSE

For a moment she wasn’t sure if his answer was making fun of her ramble or if she just made him nervous too. All it took was a look at him to see it was the latter. Just like last week when he’d called her beautiful and gotten embarrassed. “Then thank you for spending your post work morning here with us,” she said, gesturing to the empty diner. Even Bo was taking a break and sitting at the counter.

“Coffee with cream and sugar,” she repeated, writing it down on her notepad. When the last part registered in her mind, Marley looked up at him. “Your order will be up in just a minute,” she said, tucking the notepad and pen into her apron. Marley walked back around the counter and poured two mugs full of coffee. She made one with more cream than the other so he had options. When she got back to his table, she set down both mugs and took the spot across from him. “One’s for you, the other’s for me,” she explained. ���And my name is Marley.” With the name reveal, Marley reached into her pocket and took out her new name tag to pin to her uniform. “Tada

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He glanced around the empty diner. With everything being available at the swipe of a finger, the businesses like these were going out a style. Hell, even McDonalds delivered now with Uber at it’s side. It’s why the place was empty, why go out when you can stay in. That and now people liked going to more expensive places, even though they were being charged more for the same kind of food. “It’s alright, I like it this way.” He decided as she walked away, without giving her name

Jake watched her move toward the counter, fix the cups of coffee and head back over. He was surprised when he realized that she was taking a seat across from him. The last person to do that- Jake pulled the earbuds out of his ear before quickly putting one back in. The humming brought back too much. “Marley, I like that better than Jonathan. So who shot the sheriff, but didn’t shoot the deputy? Your mom or your dad?”

MARLEY ROSE

She did her best not to stare when he took an earbud out only to put it back in. Maybe he just loved music that much that he was always listening to something. After he’d taken one of the coffees, she took the other to start sipping on. That was one thing about working here: Marley swore she was the only one who knew how to make decent coffee with the cheap stuff Bo bought. The other ladies either burnt it or made it too strong. Though Marley had admittedly had a few customers say they liked to drink coffee like mud.

“I like it better than Jonathan too,” she grinned behind her mug. At his reference, Marley shook her head and set down the cup to cradle in her hands. “See you’re getting it wrong. I shot the sheriff,” she corrected him with a wink. “Nice one, by the way. Most people hear my name and think about that sad dog movie I never actually saw. Or they just drop Bob Marley’s name. But you went the full mile and gave a lyric. I like your style,” she smiled. Her foot nudged his under the table, “When do I get to know your name?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“Well I can quote any song, anytime.” He bragged while looking down at his coffee. “You’re named after one of the greatest songwriters in history, we should all be so lucky. But I don’t know anything about some sad dog movie.”

Jake was of course about to move his foot out of her way, thinking that he was maybe taking up too much room, but then he saw her playful smile and shrugged. “Not as impressive as yours, my name that is. I actually don’t think that there are any songs in connection with my name.” He wondered for a moment if he should tell her his alias, but then went with his real name. “My name is Jake, just Jake.”

MARLEY ROSE

It was tempting to test him on his lyrical knowledge, but she let it slide for now. “I don’t think my mom actually named me after him, but I will still take the compliment,” she nodded. “And trust me, the movie wasn’t worth the crying at the end. They just played with the audiences emotions the whole time.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Just Jake,” Marley said warmly. “And you’re wrong about that, Mr. Music. I know a song with Jake in it.” Her eyes fell to the bright pink iPod for a second, sending her thoughts off track. “How many of those do you have?” She could’ve sworn that he had a black iPod the last time he was there. If he’d brought in this one, she absolutely would’ve remembered.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He didn’t even notice the fact that he was sporting a different Ipod than he did the week before. He collected these things, it was one of the only things he had left from his mom, the busted up first model ipod and the collection he started after. They were going out of buisness, since the iphone's, so getting them second hand for cheep wasn’t hard at all.

“I have different ipods for different moods.” He explained with a casual shrug. Jake met her eyes for a moment. “And tell me, what is this song that has my name in it, because if there is one, I’ll need to know it- for research reasons.” He challenged.

MARLEY ROSE

“Different iPods for different moods, he says… Hm.” She hummed to herself, bouncing her foot under the table. Most people had different playlists for different moods, at most. This was way more cool. “Alright, I’m jealous,” she admitted when he met her gaze.

“It’s an oldie,” she began. “But you could’ve guessed that from what I was singing last time. And even though it’s by a very popular singer, not many people know the song.” Marley raised an eyebrow, a slow grin working its way onto her expression as she gave him a moment to guess. “It’s Elton John, A Town Called Jubilee.” She cleared her throat and started to sing quietly, “Come on, little sister, get up offa my knee. Gonna settle down someday in a town called Jubilee. Come on, brother Jake, break on out and a break free. Gonna set things right and set up a house in a town called Jubilee

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I like old music, it has more soul to it.” His brows furrowed. “I mean, it just sounds better than what we have now. It’s like now everyone is an idiot because the popular songs are just repetitive. I like the songs that tell a story or go with the beat of everyday life.” Jake suddenly looked down, that probably sounded insane or made him look like a hipster.

But he leaned in close, now taking the last earbud out of his ear just to listen to her sing. A smile crept onto his face, it was quick, but he enjoyed hearing her sing. Jake swallowed hard. “I never heard that before and you- you have a beautiful voice.” He told her sincerely. “Guess I’ll be making another trip to the shop later.”

MARLEY ROSE

She didn’t understand the change in his expression as he spoke about old music. It was like he was embarrassed, but she couldn’t figure out why. “I think so too. I miss back when bands all recorded in the same little studio, like at MoTown.” Looking into her coffee mug, she sighed, “I wish I had a record player.”

When she sang, he took out his earbud. That meant something, right? He was actually giving her his full attention, which not many people did. Marley ducked her head at his compliment, hiding behind another sip of coffee. “Thank you,” she said warmly. “Guess you don’t know every lyric there is,” she teased.

The sound of Bo clearing his throat again had Marley rolling her eyes. She reluctantly slid back out of the booth, taking her mug with her. “Well, I’m back to work. So let me know if you want to order some food. I’ll be at the counter,” she nodded, starting to step away.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I have a record player.” He told her. “Well it’s not mine, but there is one in my apartment and Joe loves music. He approves of Carla Thomas by the way.” Jake wanted to ask her out, but he wasn’t going to ask her back to his place. It wasn’t like he was ashamed, he just never knew when he was being watched or by who.

“Actually, what time do you get off?” He asked her. “Cause I’d like to keep talkin’ to you- actually this is the most I’ve talked in a long time. I mean, it’s not gonna be something exciting, mostly chores and I have a song that I think you might like.”

Look Like A Zebra

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

MARLEY ROSE

For a moment she wasn’t sure if his answer was making fun of her ramble or if she just made him nervous too. All it took was a look at him to see it was the latter. Just like last week when he’d called her beautiful and gotten embarrassed. “Then thank you for spending your post work morning here with us,” she said, gesturing to the empty diner. Even Bo was taking a break and sitting at the counter.

“Coffee with cream and sugar,” she repeated, writing it down on her notepad. When the last part registered in her mind, Marley looked up at him. “Your order will be up in just a minute,” she said, tucking the notepad and pen into her apron. Marley walked back around the counter and poured two mugs full of coffee. She made one with more cream than the other so he had options. When she got back to his table, she set down both mugs and took the spot across from him. “One’s for you, the other’s for me,” she explained. “And my name is Marley.” With the name reveal, Marley reached into her pocket and took out her new name tag to pin to her uniform. “Tada

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He glanced around the empty diner. With everything being available at the swipe of a finger, the businesses like these were going out a style. Hell, even McDonalds delivered now with Uber at it’s side. It’s why the place was empty, why go out when you can stay in. That and now people liked going to more expensive places, even though they were being charged more for the same kind of food. “It’s alright, I like it this way.” He decided as she walked away, without giving her name

Jake watched her move toward the counter, fix the cups of coffee and head back over. He was surprised when he realized that she was taking a seat across from him. The last person to do that- Jake pulled the earbuds out of his ear before quickly putting one back in. The humming brought back too much. “Marley, I like that better than Jonathan. So who shot the sheriff, but didn’t shoot the deputy? Your mom or your dad?”

MARLEY ROSE

She did her best not to stare when he took an earbud out only to put it back in. Maybe he just loved music that much that he was always listening to something. After he’d taken one of the coffees, she took the other to start sipping on. That was one thing about working here: Marley swore she was the only one who knew how to make decent coffee with the cheap stuff Bo bought. The other ladies either burnt it or made it too strong. Though Marley had admittedly had a few customers say they liked to drink coffee like mud.

“I like it better than Jonathan too,” she grinned behind her mug. At his reference, Marley shook her head and set down the cup to cradle in her hands. “See you’re getting it wrong. I shot the sheriff,” she corrected him with a wink. “Nice one, by the way. Most people hear my name and think about that sad dog movie I never actually saw. Or they just drop Bob Marley’s name. But you went the full mile and gave a lyric. I like your style,” she smiled. Her foot nudged his under the table, “When do I get to know your name?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“Well I can quote any song, anytime.” He bragged while looking down at his coffee. “You’re named after one of the greatest songwriters in history, we should all be so lucky. But I don’t know anything about some sad dog movie.”

Jake was of course about to move his foot out of her way, thinking that he was maybe taking up too much room, but then he saw her playful smile and shrugged. “Not as impressive as yours, my name that is. I actually don’t think that there are any songs in connection with my name.” He wondered for a moment if he should tell her his alias, but then went with his real name. “My name is Jake, just Jake.”

MARLEY ROSE

It was tempting to test him on his lyrical knowledge, but she let it slide for now. “I don’t think my mom actually named me after him, but I will still take the compliment,” she nodded. “And trust me, the movie wasn’t worth the crying at the end. They just played with the audiences emotions the whole time.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Just Jake,” Marley said warmly. “And you’re wrong about that, Mr. Music. I know a song with Jake in it.” Her eyes fell to the bright pink iPod for a second, sending her thoughts off track. “How many of those do you have?” She could’ve sworn that he had a black iPod the last time he was there. If he’d brought in this one, she absolutely would’ve remembered.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He didn’t even notice the fact that he was sporting a different Ipod than he did the week before. He collected these things, it was one of the only things he had left from his mom, the busted up first model ipod and the collection he started after. They were going out of buisness, since the iphone's, so getting them second hand for cheep wasn’t hard at all.

“I have different ipods for different moods.” He explained with a casual shrug. Jake met her eyes for a moment. “And tell me, what is this song that has my name in it, because if there is one, I’ll need to know it- for research reasons.” He challenged.

MARLEY ROSE

“Different iPods for different moods, he says… Hm.” She hummed to herself, bouncing her foot under the table. Most people had different playlists for different moods, at most. This was way more cool. “Alright, I’m jealous,” she admitted when he met her gaze.

“It’s an oldie,” she began. “But you could’ve guessed that from what I was singing last time. And even though it’s by a very popular singer, not many people know the song.” Marley raised an eyebrow, a slow grin working its way onto her expression as she gave him a moment to guess. “It’s Elton John, A Town Called Jubilee.” She cleared her throat and started to sing quietly, “Come on, little sister, get up offa my knee. Gonna settle down someday in a town called Jubilee. Come on, brother Jake, break on out and a break free. Gonna set things right and set up a house in a town called Jubilee

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I like old music, it has more soul to it.” His brows furrowed. “I mean, it just sounds better than what we have now. It’s like now everyone is an idiot because the popular songs are just repetitive. I like the songs that tell a story or go with the beat of everyday life.” Jake suddenly looked down, that probably sounded insane or made him look like a hipster.

But he leaned in close, now taking the last earbud out of his ear just to listen to her sing. A smile crept onto his face, it was quick, but he enjoyed hearing her sing. Jake swallowed hard. “I never heard that before and you- you have a beautiful voice.” He told her sincerely. “Guess I’ll be making another trip to the shop later.”

Look Like A Zebra

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

MARLEY ROSE

For a moment she wasn’t sure if his answer was making fun of her ramble or if she just made him nervous too. All it took was a look at him to see it was the latter. Just like last week when he’d called her beautiful and gotten embarrassed. “Then thank you for spending your post work morning here with us,” she said, gesturing to the empty diner. Even Bo was taking a break and sitting at the counter.

“Coffee with cream and sugar,” she repeated, writing it down on her notepad. When the last part registered in her mind, Marley looked up at him. “Your order will be up in just a minute,” she said, tucking the notepad and pen into her apron. Marley walked back around the counter and poured two mugs full of coffee. She made one with more cream than the other so he had options. When she got back to his table, she set down both mugs and took the spot across from him. “One’s for you, the other’s for me,” she explained. “And my name is Marley.” With the name reveal, Marley reached into her pocket and took out her new name tag to pin to her uniform. “Tada

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He glanced around the empty diner. With everything being available at the swipe of a finger, the businesses like these were going out a style. Hell, even McDonalds delivered now with Uber at it’s side. It’s why the place was empty, why go out when you can stay in. That and now people liked going to more expensive places, even though they were being charged more for the same kind of food. “It’s alright, I like it this way.” He decided as she walked away, without giving her name

Jake watched her move toward the counter, fix the cups of coffee and head back over. He was surprised when he realized that she was taking a seat across from him. The last person to do that- Jake pulled the earbuds out of his ear before quickly putting one back in. The humming brought back too much. “Marley, I like that better than Jonathan. So who shot the sheriff, but didn’t shoot the deputy? Your mom or your dad?”

MARLEY ROSE

She did her best not to stare when he took an earbud out only to put it back in. Maybe he just loved music that much that he was always listening to something. After he’d taken one of the coffees, she took the other to start sipping on. That was one thing about working here: Marley swore she was the only one who knew how to make decent coffee with the cheap stuff Bo bought. The other ladies either burnt it or made it too strong. Though Marley had admittedly had a few customers say they liked to drink coffee like mud.

“I like it better than Jonathan too,” she grinned behind her mug. At his reference, Marley shook her head and set down the cup to cradle in her hands. “See you’re getting it wrong. I shot the sheriff,” she corrected him with a wink. “Nice one, by the way. Most people hear my name and think about that sad dog movie I never actually saw. Or they just drop Bob Marley’s name. But you went the full mile and gave a lyric. I like your style,” she smiled. Her foot nudged his under the table, “When do I get to know your name?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“Well I can quote any song, anytime.” He bragged while looking down at his coffee. “You’re named after one of the greatest songwriters in history, we should all be so lucky. But I don’t know anything about some sad dog movie.”

Jake was of course about to move his foot out of her way, thinking that he was maybe taking up too much room, but then he saw her playful smile and shrugged. “Not as impressive as yours, my name that is. I actually don’t think that there are any songs in connection with my name.” He wondered for a moment if he should tell her his alias, but then went with his real name. “My name is Jake, just Jake.”

MARLEY ROSE

It was tempting to test him on his lyrical knowledge, but she let it slide for now. “I don’t think my mom actually named me after him, but I will still take the compliment,” she nodded. “And trust me, the movie wasn’t worth the crying at the end. They just played with the audiences emotions the whole time.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Just Jake,” Marley said warmly. “And you’re wrong about that, Mr. Music. I know a song with Jake in it.” Her eyes fell to the bright pink iPod for a second, sending her thoughts off track. “How many of those do you have?” She could’ve sworn that he had a black iPod the last time he was there. If he’d brought in this one, she absolutely would’ve remembered.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He didn’t even notice the fact that he was sporting a different Ipod than he did the week before. He collected these things, it was one of the only things he had left from his mom, the busted up first model ipod and the collection he started after. They were going out of buisness, since the iphone's, so getting them second hand for cheep wasn’t hard at all.

“I have different ipods for different moods.” He explained with a casual shrug. Jake met her eyes for a moment. “And tell me, what is this song that has my name in it, because if there is one, I’ll need to know it- for research reasons.” He challenged.

Look Like A Zebra

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

MARLEY ROSE

For a moment she wasn’t sure if his answer was making fun of her ramble or if she just made him nervous too. All it took was a look at him to see it was the latter. Just like last week when he’d called her beautiful and gotten embarrassed. “Then thank you for spending your post work morning here with us,” she said, gesturing to the empty diner. Even Bo was taking a break and sitting at the counter.

“Coffee with cream and sugar,” she repeated, writing it down on her notepad. When the last part registered in her mind, Marley looked up at him. “Your order will be up in just a minute,” she said, tucking the notepad and pen into her apron. Marley walked back around the counter and poured two mugs full of coffee. She made one with more cream than the other so he had options. When she got back to his table, she set down both mugs and took the spot across from him. “One’s for you, the other’s for me,” she explained. “And my name is Marley.” With the name reveal, Marley reached into her pocket and took out her new name tag to pin to her uniform. “Tada

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He glanced around the empty diner. With everything being available at the swipe of a finger, the businesses like these were going out a style. Hell, even McDonalds delivered now with Uber at it’s side. It’s why the place was empty, why go out when you can stay in. That and now people liked going to more expensive places, even though they were being charged more for the same kind of food. “It’s alright, I like it this way.” He decided as she walked away, without giving her name

Jake watched her move toward the counter, fix the cups of coffee and head back over. He was surprised when he realized that she was taking a seat across from him. The last person to do that- Jake pulled the earbuds out of his ear before quickly putting one back in. The humming brought back too much. “Marley, I like that better than Jonathan. So who shot the sheriff, but didn’t shoot the deputy? Your mom or your dad?”

MARLEY ROSE

She did her best not to stare when he took an earbud out only to put it back in. Maybe he just loved music that much that he was always listening to something. After he’d taken one of the coffees, she took the other to start sipping on. That was one thing about working here: Marley swore she was the only one who knew how to make decent coffee with the cheap stuff Bo bought. The other ladies either burnt it or made it too strong. Though Marley had admittedly had a few customers say they liked to drink coffee like mud.

“I like it better than Jonathan too,” she grinned behind her mug. At his reference, Marley shook her head and set down the cup to cradle in her hands. “See you’re getting it wrong. I shot the sheriff,” she corrected him with a wink. “Nice one, by the way. Most people hear my name and think about that sad dog movie I never actually saw. Or they just drop Bob Marley’s name. But you went the full mile and gave a lyric. I like your style,” she smiled. Her foot nudged his under the table, “When do I get to know your name?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“Well I can quote any song, anytime.” He bragged while looking down at his coffee. “You’re named after one of the greatest songwriters in history, we should all be so lucky. But I don’t know anything about some sad dog movie.”

Jake was of course about to move his foot out of her way, thinking that he was maybe taking up too much room, but then he saw her playful smile and shrugged. “Not as impressive as yours, my name that is. I actually don’t think that there are any songs in connection with my name.” He wondered for a moment if he should tell her his alias, but then went with his real name. “My name is Jake, just Jake.” he pulled a pink, glittery ipod from his pocket. “I actually think my favorite Bob Marley song is, Is This Love and No Woman, No Cry.”

Look Like A Zebra

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

MARLEY ROSE

For a moment she wasn’t sure if his answer was making fun of her ramble or if she just made him nervous too. All it took was a look at him to see it was the latter. Just like last week when he’d called her beautiful and gotten embarrassed. “Then thank you for spending your post work morning here with us,” she said, gesturing to the empty diner. Even Bo was taking a break and sitting at the counter.

“Coffee with cream and sugar,” she repeated, writing it down on her notepad. When the last part registered in her mind, Marley looked up at him. “Your order will be up in just a minute,” she said, tucking the notepad and pen into her apron. Marley walked back around the counter and poured two mugs full of coffee. She made one with more cream than the other so he had options. When she got back to his table, she set down both mugs and took the spot across from him. “One’s for you, the other’s for me,” she explained. “And my name is Marley.” With the name reveal, Marley reached into her pocket and took out her new name tag to pin to her uniform. “Tada

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He glanced around the empty diner. With everything being available at the swipe of a finger, the businesses like these were going out a style. Hell, even McDonalds delivered now with Uber at it’s side. It’s why the place was empty, why go out when you can stay in. That and now people liked going to more expensive places, even though they were being charged more for the same kind of food. “It’s alright, I like it this way.” He decided as she walked away, without giving her name

Jake watched her move toward the counter, fix the cups of coffee and head back over. He was surprised when he realized that she was taking a seat across from him. The last person to do that- Jake pulled the earbuds out of his ear before quickly putting one back in. The humming brought back too much. Then she told him his name and he couldn’t help but beam at her, it was a pretty name and it fit her. “Marley, I like that better than Jonathan. So who shot the sheriff, but didn’t shoot the deputy? Your mom or your dad?”

Look Like A Zebra

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

MARLEY ROSE

If that bell rings one more time, Marley thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. “Welcome to Bo’s,” she said, raising her eyes to meet warm brown. It was him. It was the guy. Her smile turned genuine as she set down the menu in her hands. “Hey,” she greeted. “Take a seat anywhere, alright?” Marley quickly finished off with the stack of menus to put back under the counter. She took one of them and walked back out onto the floor so she could greet him at his booth. It was the same one he’d taken the last time he was here. Except this time there wasn’t any other customers.

“And how are you doing this fine morning, sir?” she asked warmly, setting down the menu in front of him. “I was hoping I’d see you again. Is that weird of me to say? It sounded less weird in my head. And now I’m making it more weird by rambling.” Marley took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. “Anyways, can I interest you in some actual breakfast today?”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Her warm smile made his chest do this strange flip flop, this girl was really what he needed after a day and night that he ended up having. Jake walked over toward his booth, at this point the thing should have his name onto it and routinely reached for the kids menu. His fingers only grazed the laminated paper before pulling his hand away and glancing down at the adult menu.

He was taken back for a moment when she stated that she hoped to see him again, did he really make that sort of impression on her- wait, was she being paid by Doc to give him attention. Jake licked his lips, slowed his panic down and smiled back. “Actually, it’s not. I was hoping to see you too. I’m just sorry it had to be later than sooner, work kept me busy. But I’m done now, done work- yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll actually take a coffee, cream and sugar, also your name would be good too.”

Look Like A Zebra

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TAGGING: Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Bo’s Diner

TIME: Thursday 9 AM, September 21st

NOTES: After waiting around to see her mystery guy again, Marley and Jake reunite at the diner with Marley none the wiser of just how much Jake’s life has changed since he last saw her. 

MARLEY ROSE

You’d think that Marley would’ve given up on seeing the cute, quiet guy after a couple of days. Thinking about the possibility of him coming back to ask for her name or to talk about the Carla Thomas song kept her going through her slow shifts at Bo’s. Their conversation had only lasted about 5 minutes, but it stayed with her for the next week. Ever since her mom passed, there wasn’t anything to keep her in Atlanta except bills to pay and a rental agreement that wasn’t up until January. Was it so crazy that she’d started picturing the shy guy driving her getaway car out of the city? Probably, she told herself.

When Thursday came and she walked in the door at 8:30 without seeing him sitting in a booth, Marley realized she had been waiting on somebody that probably wasn’t even in Atlanta anymore. She went back into the small hallway to put away her things and pull out her apron to strap on. Every shift over the last week had seemed excruciatingly long, but today would have to top them all. The first half-hour seemed to be two hours long as she went around and collected stray menus to wipe down, humming a song to herself and trying not to go crazy.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was free, and he couldn’t explain how he felt about being free for the first time in ten years. Of course Doc had to make sure that he got blood on his hands for the last time. His stomach churned when he saw J.D’s dead body in the trunk of the silver saturn. Yeah, the guy screwed up by getting  Austin Power’s masks rather than Michael Myers masks, but then he had to go and leave evidence behind. Batts of course wanted J.D dead the minute he’d met him and Jake didn’t trust Batts. All of that didn’t matter now after all, he watched the silver car and J.D’s body in retrospective be crushed into a cube, turned on a song by the commodores and sung along as he figuratively washed his hands of this by throwing the driving gloves to the side and ditching the burner phone.

But he had one place in mind to go as a free man. It wasn’t a long drive to Bo’s Diner, it did seem long since he’d hadn’t seen the pretty waitress with that pretty voice in a week. He had to keep her safe, because god forbid if Doc caught wind of him hanging around her before a heist. So staying away for the week had been good to keep her safe, he could only hope she was working as he walked up the ramp to the diner and pulled out his one headphone in time to hear the bells above the door ring. He looked around the diner for a moment before making eye contact with the singing waitress and smirked at her.

Look Like A Zebra

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This song comes on at my job literally everyday. Nothing says hardware like, Lionel?

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE

LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA 

TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th

NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

MARLEY ROSE

She leaned against the cushioning on the booth as she studied him and his chocolate chip brown eyes. Definitely a milk chocolate brown over dark chocolate, and as warm as his voice when he looked at her. “Oh, well that must keep you plenty busy,” she answered kindly. With nothing else to do but refresh the coffee, she would stay here talking to him as long as she could get away with. Normally, Bo didn’t mind as long as she didn’t sit down when she was on the clock.

Her eyes flitted to the flip phone that started to ring. The guy almost looked embarrassed about his phone going off. “Like a chauffeur? That’s real interesting,” she said, smiling brighter at him. “I bet you drive all kinds of interesting people around. Anybody I might know?” she wondered

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could only hope that she didn’t know any of the people he worked with. Everything about this girl screamed that she was too good for him. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that you proudly showed off to your parents. Hell, Doc would find a way to use her for his operations. Those big blue eyes would only have to be batted once to charm her way into anything she wanted, and Darling would have a field day with her.

He nodded at her statement, the people he drove were sort of important in the head of a criminal enterprise sort of way, but when she asked if she might now any of them, the words just flew out of his mouth. “God, I hope not.”

MARLEY ROSE

At his cryptic reply, which really everything he said was cryptic considering he didn’t say much, Marley pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well aren’t you mysterious,” she mused. And call her crazy but it felt like she’d seen him before somewhere. It was tempting to ask why he didn’t want her knowing the people he drove. But that could be an answer she didn’t want if he didn’t want his bosses meeting some diner waitress. Marley pushed the thought aside.

After realizing she was staring, Marley stood back up and tapped her pen to her small notebook. “Gosh, I still haven’t taken your order,” she laughed. “That really won’t go over well with quality assurance.” Still, she had another question pop into her mind and she couldn’t help but ask. “With all that driving, you must not have much time to yourself. When was the last time you just drove for fun? I’m talking windows down, going too fast, and cranking up whatever CD is in the stereo kind of drive.”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake managed to crack a grin at her observation. “Maybe,” He caught her eye for a moment before looking down at his menu. Right, he had to order something. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure the guys a head quaters won’t be too mad- I mean, it’s really just Bo, ain’t it?” Jake licked his lips at her question. He drove with the windows down, going too fast with his favorite cd playing all the time.

“Just yesterday,” He told her, while tapping his foot to the beat of the music in his ear. He hoped she didn’t think he was rude about it, one ear listening to her and the other covering up the hum. His playlist seemed to read his mind as you are so beautiful began to flow through the ear bud.

MARLEY ROSE

Her smile was brilliant as he held her gaze longer than a millisecond, a shy giggle escaping her. God, when was the last time a guy made her giggle? Did women even giggle any more? She bit her lip and looked down for a moment. “Just Bo is still a lot to deal with,” she said under her breath.

His answer surprised her. He really had the time to go out for a drive just for fun? “Then I’m jealous,” she said, shaking her head and breathing out a longing sigh. Her eyes lifted to look at the highway just outside the diner’s windows. “Sometimes all I want to do is head west on the 20,” she said, catching his eye again, “In a car I can’t afford with a plan I don’t have.” It was a thought Marley had dreamed of plenty of times since her mother passed away. “Just me, my music, and the road.”

Before her mind could wander too far, Bo was clearing his throat loud enough that Marley could hear him from the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder at him before focusing on the customer. “So… you decide on anything yet?” Not that she’d given him much of a chance to look over the menu.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

As she spoke about her dream, Jake was finding himself more enamored by her at each passing second. He had never met anyone like her before, mostly because girls never took a chance on the quiet guy with the ipod and possibly because he never let anyone get close enough. Hell, this was the most he had spoken to someone other than Joe in years. His smile was warm. “I’d like that too.”

Bo’s interruption almost made him glare back, he didn’t understand his problem. It was just him and another old man about three booths away, there was no rush. Jake just kept looking at this girl in pure awe and his words just kept blurting out. “You are so beautiful.” He spoke along on command from the track in his ear.

Now his skin was on fire and his ears, he could feel those turning red. That was smooth, really, really smooth.

MARLEY ROSE

At the guy’s compliment, Marley guffawed. “You just decided that?” he teased. “Oh, well, thank you.” She looked down to her shoes. Normally the men who complimented her were creepy and/or twice her age. So to have someone like this guy who seemed sweet if soft-spoken? It brightened her day. Still. “I’m sure you don’t mean it,” she breathed out, giving him an out.  

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I do mean it.” Jake stated, summoning up the confidence. He wasn’t going to let her give him any way out of it. He smiled again, to at least sign to her that he wasn’t weird or lying, but he really meant it. He looked at her name tag and chuckled. “Jonathan, that’s an interesting name, your name is Jonathan”

MARLEY ROSE

Lifting her gaze up from the floor, Marley looked at the guy and saw that he was being sincere. Her brow furrowed when he said Jonathan. Then she looked at her nametag and laughed with him. “That’s embarrassing,” she mumbled, shaking it off and looking back to him. “No, that’s not my name. Bo just hasn’t taken the time to get me my actual name tag.”

Her eyes flitted to the clock on the wall and she realized just how long she’d been standing here talking to this guy. Probably with Bo watching the whole time. “Well, you just give a holler if you have any questions or if you decide on something to order,” she said with one last smile before turning to walk along the booths. Only once she was a few feet away did she pick back up singing along to the song in her head, “B - a - b - y, baby…”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

This smile that he was sporting was not going away, it was something about her that just made him happy. She was witty and he liked that and didn’t seem to fall for his obvious name bait. It was like she almost knew that he would come back to get her name soon and he liked that thought.

However he wasn’t going to let her just walk away like that. His eyes followed her watching the smallest movements that she displayed. Then she sung again, and his heart fluttered. “I do have a question, what’s that song you’re singing?” He did have to make a trip to the record store after this.

MARLEY ROSE

She lifted out her hand to trail her fingertips over the vinyl of the booths, still smiling to herself. It surprised her when she heard his soft voice come from behind her. Marley turned around and smiled warmly at him, figuring he’d ask for her name (or maybe even her number). But he asked about the song and that was way more interesting. “It’s Carla Thomas,” she said with a nod.

She started to walk back towards his table, flipping to the back of her notebook. “Here,” she murmured, writing down the singer’s name and the song. “Just spell out b - a - b - y, baby and you’ve got the song.” The paper made a satisfying rip sound as she took it from the notebook to hand to him. She didn’t add her name or number, just so he had a reason to come back to the diner. “I better see it on that iPod of yours when you come back, mystery driver man,” she said, smiling to herself as she went back to work to start brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He loved her taste in music, he loved the fact that she might even have better taste than him. So when she gave him a piece of paper with the name of the song and it’s singer. “Thank you,” He softly spoke as he looked at her handwriting in front of him which was just as pretty. “And I promise that it will be on my playlist next time we see each other, you have my word.”

As he watched her walk away, he put the money down onto the table for the soda he ordered earlier, put his ear buds back into his ears and sent the singing waitress a wink as he left.

B-A-B-Y baby.

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE

LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA 

TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th

NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

MARLEY ROSE

She leaned against the cushioning on the booth as she studied him and his chocolate chip brown eyes. Definitely a milk chocolate brown over dark chocolate, and as warm as his voice when he looked at her. “Oh, well that must keep you plenty busy,” she answered kindly. With nothing else to do but refresh the coffee, she would stay here talking to him as long as she could get away with. Normally, Bo didn’t mind as long as she didn’t sit down when she was on the clock.

Her eyes flitted to the flip phone that started to ring. The guy almost looked embarrassed about his phone going off. “Like a chauffeur? That’s real interesting,” she said, smiling brighter at him. “I bet you drive all kinds of interesting people around. Anybody I might know?” she wondered

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could only hope that she didn’t know any of the people he worked with. Everything about this girl screamed that she was too good for him. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that you proudly showed off to your parents. Hell, Doc would find a way to use her for his operations. Those big blue eyes would only have to be batted once to charm her way into anything she wanted, and Darling would have a field day with her.

He nodded at her statement, the people he drove were sort of important in the head of a criminal enterprise sort of way, but when she asked if she might now any of them, the words just flew out of his mouth. “God, I hope not.”

MARLEY ROSE

At his cryptic reply, which really everything he said was cryptic considering he didn’t say much, Marley pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well aren’t you mysterious,” she mused. And call her crazy but it felt like she’d seen him before somewhere. It was tempting to ask why he didn’t want her knowing the people he drove. But that could be an answer she didn’t want if he didn’t want his bosses meeting some diner waitress. Marley pushed the thought aside.

After realizing she was staring, Marley stood back up and tapped her pen to her small notebook. “Gosh, I still haven’t taken your order,” she laughed. “That really won’t go over well with quality assurance.” Still, she had another question pop into her mind and she couldn’t help but ask. “With all that driving, you must not have much time to yourself. When was the last time you just drove for fun? I’m talking windows down, going too fast, and cranking up whatever CD is in the stereo kind of drive.”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake managed to crack a grin at her observation. “Maybe,” He caught her eye for a moment before looking down at his menu. Right, he had to order something. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure the guys a head quaters won’t be too mad- I mean, it’s really just Bo, ain’t it?” Jake licked his lips at her question. He drove with the windows down, going too fast with his favorite cd playing all the time.

“Just yesterday,” He told her, while tapping his foot to the beat of the music in his ear. He hoped she didn’t think he was rude about it, one ear listening to her and the other covering up the hum. His playlist seemed to read his mind as you are so beautiful began to flow through the ear bud.

MARLEY ROSE

Her smile was brilliant as he held her gaze longer than a millisecond, a shy giggle escaping her. God, when was the last time a guy made her giggle? Did women even giggle any more? She bit her lip and looked down for a moment. “Just Bo is still a lot to deal with,” she said under her breath.

His answer surprised her. He really had the time to go out for a drive just for fun? “Then I’m jealous,” she said, shaking her head and breathing out a longing sigh. Her eyes lifted to look at the highway just outside the diner’s windows. “Sometimes all I want to do is head west on the 20,” she said, catching his eye again, “In a car I can’t afford with a plan I don’t have.” It was a thought Marley had dreamed of plenty of times since her mother passed away. “Just me, my music, and the road.”

Before her mind could wander too far, Bo was clearing his throat loud enough that Marley could hear him from the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder at him before focusing on the customer. “So… you decide on anything yet?” Not that she’d given him much of a chance to look over the menu.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

As she spoke about her dream, Jake was finding himself more enamored by her at each passing second. He had never met anyone like her before, mostly because girls never took a chance on the quiet guy with the ipod and possibly because he never let anyone get close enough. Hell, this was the most he had spoken to someone other than Joe in years. His smile was warm. “I’d like that too.”

Bo’s interruption almost made him glare back, he didn’t understand his problem. It was just him and another old man about three booths away, there was no rush. Jake just kept looking at this girl in pure awe and his words just kept blurting out. “You are so beautiful.” He spoke along on command from the track in his ear.

Now his skin was on fire and his ears, he could feel those turning red. That was smooth, really, really smooth.

MARLEY ROSE

At the guy’s compliment, Marley guffawed. “You just decided that?” he teased. “Oh, well, thank you.” She looked down to her shoes. Normally the men who complimented her were creepy and/or twice her age. So to have someone like this guy who seemed sweet if soft-spoken? It brightened her day. Still. “I’m sure you don’t mean it,” she breathed out, giving him an out.  

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I do mean it.” Jake stated, summoning up the confidence. He wasn’t going to let her give him any way out of it. He smiled again, to at least sign to her that he wasn’t weird or lying, but he really meant it. He looked at her name tag and chuckled. “Jonathan, that’s an interesting name, your name is Jonathan”

MARLEY ROSE

Lifting her gaze up from the floor, Marley looked at the guy and saw that he was being sincere. Her brow furrowed when he said Jonathan. Then she looked at her nametag and laughed with him. “That’s embarrassing,” she mumbled, shaking it off and looking back to him. “No, that’s not my name. Bo just hasn’t taken the time to get me my actual nametag.”

Her eyes flitted to the clock on the wall and she realized just how long she’d been standing here talking to this guy. Probably with Bo watching the whole time. “Well, you just give a holler if you have any questions or if you decide on something to order,” she said with one last smile before turning to walk along the booths. Only once she was a few feet away did she pick back up singing along to the song in her head, “B - a - b - y, baby…”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

This smile that he was sporting was not going away, it was something about her that just made him happy. She was witty and he liked that and didn’t seem to fall for his obvious name bait. It was like she almost knew that he would come back to get her name soon and he liked that thought.

However he wasn’t going to let her just walk away like that. His eyes followed her watching the smallest movements that she displayed. Then she sung again, and his heart fluttered. “I do have a question, what’s that song you’re singing?” He did have to make a trip to the record store after this.

B-A-B-Y baby.

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE

LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA 

TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th

NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

MARLEY ROSE

She leaned against the cushioning on the booth as she studied him and his chocolate chip brown eyes. Definitely a milk chocolate brown over dark chocolate, and as warm as his voice when he looked at her. “Oh, well that must keep you plenty busy,” she answered kindly. With nothing else to do but refresh the coffee, she would stay here talking to him as long as she could get away with. Normally, Bo didn’t mind as long as she didn’t sit down when she was on the clock.

Her eyes flitted to the flip phone that started to ring. The guy almost looked embarrassed about his phone going off. “Like a chauffeur? That’s real interesting,” she said, smiling brighter at him. “I bet you drive all kinds of interesting people around. Anybody I might know?” she wondered

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could only hope that she didn’t know any of the people he worked with. Everything about this girl screamed that she was too good for him. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that you proudly showed off to your parents. Hell, Doc would find a way to use her for his operations. Those big blue eyes would only have to be batted once to charm her way into anything she wanted, and Darling would have a field day with her.

He nodded at her statement, the people he drove were sort of important in the head of a criminal enterprise sort of way, but when she asked if she might now any of them, the words just flew out of his mouth. “God, I hope not.”

MARLEY ROSE

At his cryptic reply, which really everything he said was cryptic considering he didn’t say much, Marley pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well aren’t you mysterious,” she mused. And call her crazy but it felt like she’d seen him before somewhere. It was tempting to ask why he didn’t want her knowing the people he drove. But that could be an answer she didn’t want if he didn’t want his bosses meeting some diner waitress. Marley pushed the thought aside.

After realizing she was staring, Marley stood back up and tapped her pen to her small notebook. “Gosh, I still haven’t taken your order,” she laughed. “That really won’t go over well with quality assurance.” Still, she had another question pop into her mind and she couldn’t help but ask. “With all that driving, you must not have much time to yourself. When was the last time you just drove for fun? I’m talking windows down, going too fast, and cranking up whatever CD is in the stereo kind of drive.”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake managed to crack a grin at her observation. “Maybe,” He caught her eye for a moment before looking down at his menu. Right, he had to order something. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure the guys a head quaters won’t be too mad- I mean, it’s really just Bo, ain’t it?” Jake licked his lips at her question. He drove with the windows down, going too fast with his favorite cd playing all the time.

“Just yesterday,” He told her, while tapping his foot to the beat of the music in his ear. He hoped she didn’t think he was rude about it, one ear listening to her and the other covering up the hum. His playlist seemed to read his mind as you are so beautiful began to flow through the ear bud.

MARLEY ROSE

Her smile was brilliant as he held her gaze longer than a millisecond, a shy giggle escaping her. God, when was the last time a guy made her giggle? Did women even giggle any more? She bit her lip and looked down for a moment. “Just Bo is still a lot to deal with,” she said under her breath.

His answer surprised her. He really had the time to go out for a drive just for fun? “Then I’m jealous,” she said, shaking her head and breathing out a longing sigh. Her eyes lifted to look at the highway just outside the diner’s windows. “Sometimes all I want to do is head west on the 20,” she said, catching his eye again, “In a car I can’t afford with a plan I don’t have.” It was a thought Marley had dreamed of plenty of times since her mother passed away. “Just me, my music, and the road.”

Before her mind could wander too far, Bo was clearing his throat loud enough that Marley could hear him from the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder at him before focusing on the customer. “So… you decide on anything yet?” Not that she’d given him much of a chance to look over the menu.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

As she spoke about her dream, Jake was finding himself more enamored by her at each passing second. He had never met anyone like her before, mostly because girls never took a chance on the quiet guy with the ipod and possibly because he never let anyone get close enough. Hell, this was the most he had spoken to someone other than Joe in years. His smile was warm. “I’d like that too.”

Bo’s interruption almost made him glare back, he didn’t understand his problem. It was just him and another old man about three booths away, there was no rush. Jake just kept looking at this girl in pure awe and his words just kept blurting out. “You are so beautiful.” He spoke along on command from the track in his ear.

Now his skin was on fire and his ears, he could feel those turning red. That was smooth, really, really smooth.

MARLEY ROSE

At the guy’s compliment, Marley guffawed. “You just decided that?” he teased. “Oh, well, thank you.” She looked down to her shoes. Normally the men who complimented her were creepy and/or twice her age. So to have someone like this guy who seemed sweet if soft-spoken? It brightened her day. Still. “I’m sure you don’t mean it,” she breathed out, giving him an out.  

JAKE PUCKERMAN

“I do mean it.” Jake stated, summoning up the confidence. He wasn’t going to let her give him any way out of it. He smiled again, to at least sign to her that he wasn’t weird or lying, but he really meant it. He looked at her name tag and chuckled. “Jonathan, that’s an interesting name, your name is Jonathan”

B-A-B-Y baby.

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE

LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA 

TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th

NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

MARLEY ROSE

She leaned against the cushioning on the booth as she studied him and his chocolate chip brown eyes. Definitely a milk chocolate brown over dark chocolate, and as warm as his voice when he looked at her. “Oh, well that must keep you plenty busy,” she answered kindly. With nothing else to do but refresh the coffee, she would stay here talking to him as long as she could get away with. Normally, Bo didn’t mind as long as she didn’t sit down when she was on the clock.

Her eyes flitted to the flip phone that started to ring. The guy almost looked embarrassed about his phone going off. “Like a chauffeur? That’s real interesting,” she said, smiling brighter at him. “I bet you drive all kinds of interesting people around. Anybody I might know?” she wondered

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could only hope that she didn’t know any of the people he worked with. Everything about this girl screamed that she was too good for him. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that you proudly showed off to your parents. Hell, Doc would find a way to use her for his operations. Those big blue eyes would only have to be batted once to charm her way into anything she wanted, and Darling would have a field day with her.

He nodded at her statement, the people he drove were sort of important in the head of a criminal enterprise sort of way, but when she asked if she might now any of them, the words just flew out of his mouth. “God, I hope not.”

MARLEY ROSE

At his cryptic reply, which really everything he said was cryptic considering he didn’t say much, Marley pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well aren’t you mysterious,” she mused. And call her crazy but it felt like she’d seen him before somewhere. It was tempting to ask why he didn’t want her knowing the people he drove. But that could be an answer she didn’t want if he didn’t want his bosses meeting some diner waitress. Marley pushed the thought aside.

After realizing she was staring, Marley stood back up and tapped her pen to her small notebook. “Gosh, I still haven’t taken your order,” she laughed. “That really won’t go over well with quality assurance.” Still, she had another question pop into her mind and she couldn’t help but ask. “With all that driving, you must not have much time to yourself. When was the last time you just drove for fun? I’m talking windows down, going too fast, and cranking up whatever CD is in the stereo kind of drive.”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake managed to crack a grin at her observation. “Maybe,” He caught her eye for a moment before looking down at his menu. Right, he had to order something. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure the guys a head quaters won’t be too mad- I mean, it’s really just Bo, ain’t it?” Jake licked his lips at her question. He drove with the windows down, going too fast with his favorite cd playing all the time.

“Just yesterday,” He told her, while tapping his foot to the beat of the music in his ear. He hoped she didn’t think he was rude about it, one ear listening to her and the other covering up the hum. His playlist seemed to read his mind as you are so beautiful began to flow through the ear bud.

MARLEY ROSE

Her smile was brilliant as he held her gaze longer than a millisecond, a shy giggle escaping her. God, when was the last time a guy made her giggle? Did women even giggle any more? She bit her lip and looked down for a moment. “Just Bo is still a lot to deal with,” she said under her breath.

His answer surprised her. He really had the time to go out for a drive just for fun? “Then I’m jealous,” she said, shaking her head and breathing out a longing sigh. Her eyes lifted to look at the highway just outside the diner’s windows. “Sometimes all I want to do is head west on the 20,” she said, catching his eye again, “In a car I can’t afford with a plan I don’t have.” It was a thought Marley had dreamed of plenty of times since her mother passed away. “Just me, my music, and the road.”

Before her mind could wander too far, Bo was clearing his throat loud enough that Marley could hear him from the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder at him before focusing on the customer. “So… you decide on anything yet?” Not that she’d given him much of a chance to look over the menu.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

As she spoke about her dream, Jake was finding himself more enamored by her at each passing second. He had never met anyone like her before, mostly because girls never took a chance on the quiet guy with the ipod and possibly because he never let anyone get close enough. Hell, this was the most he had spoken to someone other than Joe in years. His smile was warm. “I’d like that too.”

Bo’s interruption almost made him glare back, he didn’t understand his problem. It was just him and another old man about three booths away, there was no rush. Jake just kept looking at this girl in pure awe and his words just kept blurting out. “You are so beautiful.” He spoke along on command from the track in his ear.

Now his skin was on fire and his ears, he could feel those turning red. That was smooth, really, really smooth.

B-A-B-Y baby.

[lonewolfjake-blog]

was he slow?

songs from baby driver + songs that should’ve been in baby driver

{listen here}

i. “was he slow?” kid koala/ ii. bellbottoms the john spencer blues explosion/ iii. greased lightnin’ john travolta/ iv. last nite the strokes/ v. should i stay or should i go the clash/ vi. don’t stop me now queen/ vii. let’s go crazy prince/ viii. radar love golden earring/ ix. rich girl daryl hall & john oates/ x. ain’t no mountain high enough marvin gaye & tammi terrell/ xi. the devil went down to georgia the charlie daniels band/ xii. december, 1963 (oh what a night!) frankie valli & the four seasons/ xiii. a well respected man the kinks/ xiv. only the good die young billy joel/ xv. baby driver simon & garfunkel

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE

LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA 

TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th

NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

MARLEY ROSE

She leaned against the cushioning on the booth as she studied him and his chocolate chip brown eyes. Definitely a milk chocolate brown over dark chocolate, and as warm as his voice when he looked at her. “Oh, well that must keep you plenty busy,” she answered kindly. With nothing else to do but refresh the coffee, she would stay here talking to him as long as she could get away with. Normally, Bo didn’t mind as long as she didn’t sit down when she was on the clock.

Her eyes flitted to the flip phone that started to ring. The guy almost looked embarrassed about his phone going off. “Like a chauffeur? That’s real interesting,” she said, smiling brighter at him. “I bet you drive all kinds of interesting people around. Anybody I might know?” she wondered

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could only hope that she didn’t know any of the people he worked with. Everything about this girl screamed that she was too good for him. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that you proudly showed off to your parents. Hell, Doc would find a way to use her for his operations. Those big blue eyes would only have to be batted once to charm her way into anything she wanted, and Darling would have a field day with her.

He nodded at her statement, the people he drove were sort of important in the head of a criminal enterprise sort of way, but when she asked if she might now any of them, the words just flew out of his mouth. “God, I hope not.”

MARLEY ROSE

At his cryptic reply, which really everything he said was cryptic considering he didn’t say much, Marley pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well aren’t you mysterious,” she mused. And call her crazy but it felt like she’d seen him before somewhere. It was tempting to ask why he didn’t want her knowing the people he drove. But that could be an answer she didn’t want if he didn’t want his bosses meeting some diner waitress. Marley pushed the thought aside.

After realizing she was staring, Marley stood back up and tapped her pen to her small notebook. “Gosh, I still haven’t taken your order,” she laughed. “That really won’t go over well with quality assurance.” Still, she had another question pop into her mind and she couldn’t help but ask. “With all that driving, you must not have much time to yourself. When was the last time you just drove for fun? I’m talking windows down, going too fast, and cranking up whatever CD is in the stereo kind of drive.”

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake managed to crack a grin at her observation. “Maybe,” He caught her eye for a moment before looking down at his menu. Right, he had to order something. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure the guys a head quaters won’t be too mad- I mean, it’s really just Bo, ain’t it?” Jake licked his lips at her question. He drove with the windows down, going too fast with his favorite cd playing all the time.

“Just yesterday,” He told her, while tapping his foot to the beat of the music in his ear. He hoped she didn’t think he was rude about it, one ear listening to her and the other covering up the hum. His playlist seemed to read his mind as you are so beautiful began to flow through the ear bud.

B-A-B-Y baby.

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE

LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA 

TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th

NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

MARLEY ROSE

She leaned against the cushioning on the booth as she studied him and his chocolate chip brown eyes. Definitely a milk chocolate brown over dark chocolate, and as warm as his voice when he looked at her. “Oh, well that must keep you plenty busy,” she answered kindly. With nothing else to do but refresh the coffee, she would stay here talking to him as long as she could get away with. Normally, Bo didn’t mind as long as she didn’t sit down when she was on the clock.

Her eyes flitted to the flip phone that started to ring. The guy almost looked embarrassed about his phone going off. “Like a chauffeur? That’s real interesting,” she said, smiling brighter at him. “I bet you drive all kinds of interesting people around. Anybody I might know?” she wondered

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could only hope that she didn’t know any of the people he worked with. Everything about this girl screamed that she was too good for him. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that you proudly showed off to your parents. Hell, Doc would find a way to use her for his operations. Those big blue eyes would only have to be batted once to charm her way into anything she wanted, and Darling would have a field day with her.

He nodded at her statement, the people he drove were sort of important in the head of a criminal enterprise sort of way, but when she asked if she might now any of them, the words just flew out of his mouth. “God, I hope not.”

B-A-B-Y baby.

[lonewolfjake-blog]

TAGGING: JAKE PUCKERMAN AND MARLEY ROSE LOCATION: BO’S DINER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA  TIME: 8:30 AM ON SEPTEMBER 14th NOTES: Deciding to take a breather after the last heist, Jake takes shelter in Bo’s Diner where he runs into a face he passed in the streets the day before

JAKE PUCKERMAN

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, it was a song on Jake’s 2005 iPod- the blue one maybe? He didn’t know right now with the hazed mind he was sporting now. That song though, from his blue iPod from 2005 was how he was feeling now. He wasn’t given the option to rest, not with the white flip phone on the table beside him. Jake knew that at any moment the thing would buzz and Doc would be on the other end giving him orders.

The least the man could do was give him time to breathe.

The song streaming through his headphones began to fade out and a low ringing began as he quickly went to finding another song, even for a second that ringing sound drove him back to the past. It was something that he fought so often, never wanting to relive that memory again.

He settled for a moment when The Beach Boys, Let’s Go Away For a While drowned the hum out and for a few minutes, Jake was content, until he saw the girl he’d seen yesterday passing Starbucks. He took in her uniform and realized that yes, she did in fact work here. Jake cleared his throat as he took out his left earbud to listen to her, quickly taking the tape recorder from his pocket to memorize the whole thing. It’s what kept him up last night, memorializing the conversation that Doc and Griff had. He was sure that ‘Is he slow’ Would go down in history, but this girl might have beat it. His eyes followed her the whole time, playing back the recording as he watched for her to show up. After all, he hadn’t been waited on. So he drummed on the kids menu in front of him until she showed up.

MARLEY ROSE

There were plenty of things in life that you just had to put up with until something else came along. At the top of that list for Marley was her job waitressing at Bo’s Diner. The women she worked with were all nice, but Bo could have his bad days and moods. So in order to psych herself up for another 6 hour shift after spending the day at the local community college, Marley sang along to Carla Thomas.

Good headphones were a must in her life. With the amount of walking she did and all the bus rides around Atlanta, Marley had needed the kind of big eared headphones that could drown out the world. She sang along and grooved as she walked in the front door. “And I won’t stop calling you: B - a - b - y, baby,” she crooned to herself, and the guy sitting on his own in one of the booths.

After stowing her things in one of the lockers and turning off the music, Marley pulled her hair back into a ponytail and clocked in for the day. Hour one of six. By 11 pm that night, she could go back home to her tiny apartment and sleep until tomorrow came and it all started over again.

“Hey, Bo,” she called toward the kitchen. Marley turned to a fresh sheet of paper in her notebook for orders and took a pen out of her apron. She went to the handsome guy’s booth first. “Afternoon, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start? Maybe an adult’s menu?” she teased lightly, smiling down at him. She could hear some music coming from his loose earbud. Was that The Beach Boys?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

He was never distracted easily, in fact distraction was a trait that Doc made sure he didn’t have. Because if you became distracted, you costed the job and right now? Well a distraction when a blurry image of your face was all over the news wasn’t good at all. He kept rewinding the recording and playing it back, a goofy grin on his face. She had a beautiful voice that should be on a radio, not in some diner.

Though he wasn’t expecting that voice to be behind him. He stopped the recording, quickly put it on the table and pretty much fumbled with the kids menu in front of him. “Oh, um- Yeah.” He flipped the menu overlooked at the back and feeling heat in his cheeks, pushed it away. “Yeah, I- um” This was a very smooth conversation, the girl in front of him probably thought he was weird. Socialization wasn’t his thing, any comments he had to say came from watching TV and listening to Buddy and Darling. “Yeah, what can I say. I’m a cheap date.” He half grinned, Buddy had said that to Darling during a heist. This girl was a distraction, Doc would tell him. At this point he could  care less about the man’s opinion. It was one more job after all, one more job and he was out.

MARLEY ROSE

“Don’t worry if you need a little more time,” she assured him, gesturing to the rest of the diner where only one other booth had an older gentleman who had already been served. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” When she looked back to the customer, she noticed just how shy he was. His glances were furtive and his voice quiet and warm. “Well then,” she laughed at his cheap date comment, not knowing what to say back.

She cleared her throat and then noticed the tape recorder on the table. “Woah, are you recording this right now?” she asked with a small laugh, smiling brightly at him. Her voice turned teasingly serious, “Am I being monitored for quality assurance?” It was cute to watch him stumble over himself and an explanation. “Uh-huh.” She picked up the recorder and hit the button on the side. “Hello? Hello? Testing.” Marley cleared her throat, “What can I get you this fine morning, sir?” she asked with a smirk, holding out the recorder to him.

When he didn’t answer, Marley stopped the recording and set it back down on the table. “So are you just starting your day or are you just getting off?” she wondered. It was fun starting off her shift with a shy guy like this. He was handsome as all get out, but not much for talking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

The shock that came over him was quick when she picked up his recorder. Would she play it, would she think that he was weird? His suspicions were gone however when she spoke into it, just a bit of disappointment washing over him when she taped over her singing voice. Oh well, her speaking voice was just as pretty and she had a sense of humor, he could work with that.

He blinked at her question, questioning himself on how he should answer it. Work never ended for him, not really. Jake was pretty much a lap dog, they whistled, he was there. “Oh I don’t know if I ever really get off.” He explained. “They call, I go, you know.” Jake told her, smiling sheepishly. As if on queue, his flip phone loudly buzzed and Jake jumped at the sudden unpleasant noise. He lifted it off the table to stop it from ringing, fearing to open it.

Great, now this girl probably thought he was weird and a drug dealer this really wasn’t going well at all. He had to think of something before she assumed the worst. “I’m a driver, I drive people.”

B-A-B-Y baby.