She took a deep breath, looking into her bosses intimidating eyes as she clocked in for her first day of work; she was actually fifteen minutes early, thank God. They were packed, tonight.

She'd managed to get a job at a really fancy restaurant, and it payed more than enough to help pay her rent, and for groceries; "Newbie, you're on table thirteen, old guy and, I'm assuming, his grandson, or something." Her boss spoke, motioning her head toward a table close to the center of the room. Her coffee irises landed on a man with gray hair in a suit, and the back of a younger brunette's head; she recognized the shaggy brown hair vaguely, but hadn't put her finger on where she'd seen him.

Then again, she had so much fun catching up with Paige and meeting her sisters, that she'd kind of forgotten the events from earlier in the day. She took another deep breath, fastening her tie and approaching the table with a painfully false smile. "Hi, welcome to Flight to France, I'm Aurelia, and I'll be your server today."

"Hello," the older man smiled, scanning the menu. In his peripherals, he watched as the younger man shifted in his seat at the sudden presence of the waitress. "We're, uh, still trying to figure out what we want." He smiled, watching the brunette curiously.

"That's quite alright, Sir. What can I get you guys to drink, tonight?" She then turned her head, her coffee irises widening at the sight of the brunette. "Oh, hi, Chris."

"Hi, Aurelia." He muttered, a sigh escaping him as he looked to the older man with pleading eyes.

"We'll just have two glasses of water, Miss Aurelia." The man smiled, causing her to nod respectfully. Her eyes still glanced toward Chris every now and then.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

...

"Uh. . . What is the Gi-got?" Chris asked, looking up to the girl with curious eyes.

She stifled a laugh, something that he'd caught onto. He wanted to roll his eyes, but knew that his grandad would scold him if he did so. "Ze Gigot, it's basically just a choice between leg of lamb, or mutton." She looked to the older man, "Would you just like me to get you two steaks? Medium rare?" She leaned in closer to the table, "It'll save you a buck, anyways."

The man smiled, nodding thankfully as they handed her the menus. She sent them small smiles, before walking off and telling the chef their order. She felt those jade green irises burning into the back of her skull, her stomach growing uneasy due to nerves.

"Two medium rare steaks for table thirteen," she smiled, placing the menus back into their cubbies.

Victor smiled at the brunette, glancing back at the waitress. "She's pretty," he shrugged, causing Chris to furrow his brows in confusion. "What? I saw how nervous you got. D'ya know her?"

The brunette shook his head, glancing toward the pink haired teen. "One, I was not nervous. Two, no, I don't know her; she's Paige's friend. She stopped by the manor today to visit her, or something. And three, yes, she is kinda pretty."

...

When she brought the steaks to their table, Victor sent her a smile. "Thank you, Aurelia. You new to the restaurant?"

"Yes, Sir." She nodded, "I just moved here from New York; snatched this job to pay off my rent."

"Woah, that's pretty far. What're doing across the country?"

"I'm a criminal psychology major." She replied, before looking between the two men. "Just flag me down if there's anything else you need, ok?"

"Will do."

Chris watched her walk off, cursing himself for not being able to remove his gaze from her hair. That was what always caught his attention first, her fucking hair; he knew that, if he saw her walking in a crowd of people, he'd be able to identify her just by that single trait. Either that, or her freckles.

That's what he decided he was going to start referring to her as: Freckles.

...

The restaurant had closed, and Aurelia had to help clean. When she reached table thirteen, there was an envelope addressed to her; she furrowed her brows, looking around to ensure that her boss and coworkers didn't get a glimpse of her opening it.

She widened her eyes, her gaze landing on $200 and a letter written on a napkin. She slid the envelope into her back pocket, hiding it under her vest, and continued to clean until she knew she could safely open it when she got to her apartment.

...

"Good luck with your major, here's a little something to help you out.

- Victor Bennett & Chris"

She didn't want to cry, but she'd never been given such a considerable amount of money by a stranger, before. There were times, in New York, when she'd receive a $50 bill during the winter, but never an amount this large. She made a self-note to thank Chris and Victor, if she ever saw them again.

The teen had changed into black and pink plaid pajama pants, a white tank top, and had taken her phone out one last time before going to bed. It was 2:00 in the morning, she figured that Paige would be back from the reunion, by now, so she dialed her number.

After three rings, the brunette picked up. "Hey, Lia, how was work?"

"Do you know a man by the name of Victor Bennett?"

Paige went silent for a moment, "Uh, yeah? That's Phoebe and Piper's dad, why?"

"He left me a $200 tip, and signed it from him and Chris."

"Holy shit, you're kidding!" The woman exclaimed, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," the pink haired girl smiled, moving a couple stray strands of hair behind her ears. "The note he left said Good luck with your major, here's a little something to help you out."

"That's insane," Paige released a breathy chuckle. "Well, I got to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Aurelia smiled, "and thanks for letting me swing by, today."

"Anytime, goodnight."

"Night, Paige."