“I’ll just have a coffee please.” Tina retorted as took gestured towards a table in the back corner of the café. “Is it alright if I sit over there? I just want to be out of the way of the music and all.”

“You can sit anywhere you like, baby girl. I’ll be right over with your coffee.” Kit smiled and turned to the Shane.

Hearing the endearment for the second time, Christina’s eyes began to water.

Kit saw that Shane was eyeing the woman up and down, as she walked to the back of the café. Shaking her head she said, “Shane don’t you even dare! I am warning you! That child is sickly. Look at her. I’m going to bring her some pie with her coffee. Too much skin and bones on that child.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to step on your foot.” Tina winced in pain when she felt the heel of a stiletto push through her toes. Maybe she should’ve taken a seat near the counter instead.

“It’s okay.” The blonde said reaching below and rubbing her foot. She began to drag her feet to the table she had wanted to retreat to.

“I’m sorry, Pamela. I’m just going to go check and see if that lady is really okay. I think I did a number on her foot.” The tall brunette with perfect brown straight hair said to the shorter brunette wearing a flower dress.

“Ah, I see you’ve found the iPads we’ve installed into the tables entertaining.” Kit smiled while she placed a mug of coffee and a slice of Boston crème pie in front of the blonde.

“Yea, I used to have one of these before I had to sell my things.” Christina realized she was talking about herself and changed the subject. “I didn’t order that.” She pointed to the slice of Boston crème pie. She had to admit it. It looked really good, especially when all she had this morning was a free honey bun, one of the studios had offered to her and the other potentials. She licked her lips.

“I know it’s on me. You looked like you could use some.” Christina blushed, feeling suddenly embarrassed and conscious. She knew what she looked like, emaciated.