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Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 02/06 ]

A.J. was thoughtful today. He felt that he had a lot to think about, even though there were, really, only two things. But it felt like a lot. So much so that he was so thoughtful that he kept just spacing out and forgetting to do things, among which included the specials board for today and occasionally inspired one of the kitchen boys to throw a spatula at him to make sure he was still alive. Gingerly rubbing the back of his head where a spatula-shaped welt was coming up, A.J. grumped slightly behind the counter, waiting for a customer to come in, whose order he'd probably screw up today. Unless you were one of those two things.

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Despite appearances, he really is here today. Really.

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Needs coffee.

Annette's Wednesday's were now going to be centered around milkshakes.

That being said, she was somewhat ill from eating a whole box of chocolates last night. By herself. Obviously.

"Hey, A.J.," she said, lifting her hand in a sort of floppy wave as she sat down at the counter. "Can I have a... plain milkshake? Wait, no, a vanilla one... um, crap... no just give me the chocolate. Yeah. It's my favorite."

A.J. didn't catch half of that; he was slow to start at the sound of a voice, instantly brought his hand to the back of his head in defense, and then realized that Annette was there. He blinked. "Chocolate milkshake?" he asked, partially to reconfirm. "No problem."

She frowned. Something was up. Okay, yes, she was confusing but so? That wasn't what was wrong with him, she was sure.

"What's wrong?"

"Hm?" A.J. blinked up from getting the ice cream scoop. "Wrong? N-nothing." He frowned. "Does it seem like something is?"

"Yeah, you seem kind of out of it?" Now that she thought about it, he seemed kind of put out about something when she first walked in.

"Oh, yeah..." A.J. sighed a little, shaking his head as he continued working on the shake. "Just distracted a lot today, y'know? One of those days. Damn jerks in the back keep throwing things at me, too, which doesn't help. Clearly, they're just jealous. Of what, I have no idea, but definitely jealousy."

"What? Those asses!" Annette leaned way over the counter and raised her fist, looking towards the back. "Hey! You jerks back there! Knock it off and quit throwing things before I come back there and... do something really bad to you!"

Sitting back down, she looked back at A.J. "What has your mind all distracted like?"

Andrew walked in and took a seat at the counter. Then he just kind of grinned goofily at the boy behind the counter.

A.J. winced at the yelling. Yeah. Like that didn't just earn him a whole whopping increase in the throwing once Annette left or anything. He bit his lip.

"Just stuff," he answered, lamely, and then, surprisingly clever for how he was today, went to blend Annette's milkshake to stave off an immediate answer.

All right. Something was just totally wrong here.

Annette stared at him, watching him blend her milkshake. She could wait to talk to him after he was finished. No big deal. Unless he took forever omigod.

A.J. seemed unaware that there was someone at the counter, it seemed, for a moment until a plastic spork from one of the kitchen to the back of his head brought him around. Sporks, so far, had been meaning Customer, you idiot. A.J. rubbed the back of his head ruefully and brought himself around.

"Oh. Hey, Andrew, what's up?"

"I need to buy a Valentine's Day gift," he said without hesitation. "I need advice. I thought of you." He nodded.

"You have the romantic hair and all," he clarified.

An expert milkshake maker did not take forever omigod, thank you very much. Without any excess waiting, A.J. had a milkshake ready and in front of Annette, sitting on top of the usual napkin underneath. "There you go. Anything else, are just in for the shake today?"

"Thank you," she said, her eyes never leaving his face. "Just the milkshake; I fear it's all my stomache might be able to handle. Now, I want just a moment of your time please? A.J.? Tell me what is wrong and what has you lost in thought?"

"W...what?" A.J. blinked, his expression one of rather palpable confusion. Like Andrew was talking a different language at first, before familiar words started to manifest. Romantic...hair...he ducked his head so that a few strands fell forward into his eyes and he looked at them as if to verify this observation. Advice, Valentine's Day...

...oh, shit, that was coming up wasn't it? And he actually had a girlfriend now so that would...

"What in the heck makes you I'd be any good at that sort of advice?" He looked slightly panicked, on the verge of a flail.

"You're just so, you know..." Andrew waved his hands about. "... suave and stuff." He was apparently oblivious to A.J.'s panicked state, as he was in his own little cocoon of bliss and awe.

"And creative! Don't forget how creative you are," he said, pointing. "I think creativity counts for a lot."

A.J. shook his head dismissively. "It's nothing, really. Just an off day..." He frowned, because something else she'd said caught him. "What's wrong with your stomach?"

Annette really hated being told that. Nothing was something if you were not yourself and lost to almost everything that was going on around you. She bit her lip and looked away from him, upset that he couldn't share his feelings with her.

"What? Oh. It's nothing. Really." She took a sip of her milkshake. "Ate too much chocolate last night."

A.J. was sort of looking at Andrew like he'd sprouted a second head before, cautiously, asking, "Is there....some other guy who looks like me, but apparently acts...nothing like me, walking around with my hair and claiming to be me or something?"

"Not that I know of," Andrew replied, actually thinking it over. "Have you seen one? I mean, that's not exactly unheard of around here, right?"

"And....you follow it up with more chocolate?" A.J. asked, lightly in response to the look on Annette's face, but not without a small grin.

"Thank you for pointing that out to me," she stuck her tongue out at him. "But if I'm going to have a milkshake, it has got to be chocolate." And she took another sip, a big one.

"So... aside from not being to talk to me about anything ever that's going on inside your head omigod, how have you been since Caritas the other night?"

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