Easy Decisions

Morgan was Still starving. She'd settled on getting something to eat first, and a small diner on the quieter parts of the Mainstreet was an easy decision.

She was a little unsure of how American money worked , and so fumbled with Bradley's money as she tried to decide how much 10 dollars was compared to ten pounds... she was bad enough with English currency let alone American, then there was the case of tips, how much should she tip? what if she tipped too little?

A woman approached, small, with neatly cut short black hair, she wore large square glasses, that were huge on her face, her nose was small and buttonish, but she was adorable with her slightly olive skin.

Morgan had never seen a woman like her before, she'd only met her first coloured person a few weeks ago and was extremely fascinated then, but this girl was clearly from somewhere else that Morgan had never seen or heard of before.

She looked exhausted, and was wearing a strange waitress outfit, holding a notepad in one hand and a jug of coffee in the other.

The Woman, who Morgan guessed was her age, filled up the empty coffee cup in front of her and gave the White-haired woman a sheepish smile "Hello. I'm sorry, It's not very busy but I was trying to fix the register, things' horrible, needs replacing." Her accent was odd too, smooth and slightly off, likely English wasn't her first language. "So, what can I get you?"

Morgan stared at her in fascination "You are very beautiful." She said bluntly.

The Woman flushed red "O-Oh? umm, thank you?"

"Where are you from?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I am... from Japan?" this girl was clearly caught a little off guard, but Morgan nodded.

"Ah, that is in.... hmmm I don't remember what it is called. Asia?" She rubbed her chin, trying to recall what little she'd studied about the outside world in her Mistress' books.

"C-Can I... take your order, Miss?" the Girl asked, Morgan, realised that she was making her a little uncomfortable and tried to look friendly.

"Yes. Sugar please." Morgan asked.

This clearly didn't satisfy the Japanese Waitress "What? like... just sugar, there's sugar here ma'am?" Pointing at the jar of sugar next to Morgan on the table.

"I mean, anything with sugar in it. a lot of sugar." Morgan asked.

"Oh... well, I can recommend pancakes with ice cream, I really like them."

Morgan's black orbs considered this woman... something felt, very strange about her "Okay."

"Okay?" She nodded noting down on the pad "How many would you like and would you like syrup?"

"As many as I am allowed, and yes, a lot. please."

The Waitress fixed Morgan with a queer eye, before walking off behind the counter, leaving Morgan with her thoughts and her coffee. Picking up the pot of sugar, Morgan poured it into the cup in abundance, watching the white grains dissolve into the black abyss of the caffeinated pool.

Her eyes lingered on the liquid, how dark and deep it was, how it reflected the darkness in her eyes, the jet black sea in that tiny tank of white ceramic shimmering slightly as her eyes opened a little wider, a low rumbling unsettling feeling flooding through her insides, this wide blackness that haunted her daydreams striking at the prism of her mind.

Images flashed, roaring silently as it showed itself to her again, a great black lake, endless, bereft of light and black as pitch, the still waters rippled lightly, and deep within their depths: the place that Morgan belonged, shone eyes that were so black, that they threatened to tear the sanity out of her mind.

Morgan's fingers curled around the sugar pot, and with wide twitching eyes, power flooded through her arm, like a crashing wave the endless pool of eldritch power slipped out of her fingertips and into the pot of glass, making it crack against no **** at all, before a deep flash flooded into its body, making the object explode violently, the shards of glass and grains of Sugar splashing everywhere, a particularly sharp jagged edge shooting up at her face and chipping her cheek.

She blinked, looking down at her hand and sighing as blood trickled out from the tiny crack on her cheek. "Not again." She thought as she quickly covered the wound, smearing her cheek a little as she tried to collect the mess she'd made.

Two people rushed out, a Man in a dirty chef's coat and that Asian Waitress from before. She grimaced, rushing over as the man scratched his head, a spatula in his hand. But the Waitress hurried over, and knelt by Morgan's side, going to dab her cheek with some tissue paper.

Morgan shrunk back a little, she didn't want any of her blood to get around.

"Are you okay, miss?" She asked softly.

Morgan looked down at her, blinking "I have a very firm grip." She whispered. the girl smiled a little, gently touching Morgan's shoulder.

"It's okay, no biggie, I'll just get this cleaned up for you and get you a Band-Aid." Morgan looked at her soft-looking lips, her petite beauty, and her tight body, and her eyes smouldered for a moment, the eldritch power within her shocking against her pupils.

The Nude image of the Waitress branded itself on her mind's eye, making Morgan inhale sharply as her body began to react. Feeling warm and gushy inside, arousal took it's hold, making Morgan flush red... and the space between her legs... to wetten.

Suddenly swelling out from under her dress, was something hard and serious, Morgan, in a panic, remembering that she wasn't wearing any panties and a sundress, scrambled to obscure her groin, smiling a little nervously as she adamantly shielded her undercarriage with her arms "Shit! no no not now!"

"Are You sure you're okay miss? Do you want to move to another table?"

Morgan shook her head "NO! n-no... umm thank you. I'll just... wait." She babbled, making the Waitress nod.

"Well okay, I'll be right back." And off she went, Morgan's dark eyes tracked to her thigh-length skirt and felt herself becoming lost in her tight little ass-NO! stop it! focus. now is not the time.

Shifting oddly, trying to angle the stiffened rod between her legs into a less visible position, because right now it was tenting her dress. She cursed at herself under her breath, WHY DIDN'T SHE JUST HEED HER MISTRESS' WARNING!? she should have listened..... But, closing her eyes and trying her best to focus, she managed to quell her hungering arousal, thinking about things she didn't like " Vegetables.... Dining Utensils... Woodpeckers... Overly hot days...." Yep, that did the trick.

She straightened out and took a breath, collecting herself a little as the Japanese waitress came over with a dustpan and brush as well as a small Band-Aid"H-Here you go..."

Morgan took it quickly, and turned, hurriedly patching the crack in her face and angling the band aid so that wound could not be seen.

Turning back to the Waitress who looked at her a little oddly, but then smiled softly "Let's clean this up for you..." leaning over, the Waitress swept up the broken glass and sugar, neatly and quickly getting it all out of the way in a near-instant, her cute little body lingering over Morgan who gritted her teeth and pushed against the hardening **** under her skirt. "there. all gone. I'll be back with your pancakes-"

"What is your name?" Morgan asked suddenly.

The Waitress considered Morgan curiously, but smiled gently "Omnyo Haru... or Haru Omnyo, so Haru."

"Hedwig," Morgan replied.

The Waitress smiled "I'll be right back, Hedwig-san." She muttered, moving back over to the kitchen, Morgan only just barely managing to not stare at her cute little rear.

Before long Haru came back out with a plate full of what had to be a good 20 pancakes stacked on top of each other, Morgan thought that she might start drooling, because of Haru or because of the pancakes? take your pick.

She placed the plate in front of Morgan, as well as a full bottle of syrup. Morgan gazed at the melted butter on top of the stack, smelt that sweet pastry smell that arose from that divine sight, she was so so hungry.

Pouring a tsunami of Syrup on top, Morgan's hands grabbed at the first couple of Pancakes and opening her jaws, began to mercilessly stuff the fluffy pancakes in between her red lips.

Haru raised an eyebrow but was still smiling as Morgan devoured everything on her plate as fast as she could.

"More coffee?" Haru asked.

Morgan nodded, growling with satisfaction with the delicious taste as Haru filled up Morgan's cup. But the Asian Waitress lingered a moment, looking around the empty diner, before placing herself on the other side of the booth.

Morgan's jaw stopped chewing, and her black orbs looked up curiously at Haru who was smiling a little nervously.

"What?" Morgan asked a little bluntly, her mouth half-full.

"I just... wanted to apologise, for being rude, earlier when you asked my name." Haru said in a sweet voice.

Morgan shrugged, sucking syrup from her fingers.

"You're not from around here, right? Are you British? Irish?" Haru asked.

"English... A little Scottish I think.... Maybe some Irish? The woman who raised me was Irish I think? Why are you asking me questions?" Morgan asked.

Haru shifted a little "I don't know, I just... You seem interesting, a little odd, people think I'm the same, even my sister, and she's my twin!" Haru laughed wispily, Morgan got the impression that she didn't talk much and wasn't very good at it... Morgan could relate.

"What is a Twin?" Morgan asked as she continued to devour the contents of her plate.

Haru blinked "What? A Twin? it's uh when siblings are born at the same time, like Identical Twins, My sister and I are identical, but you can definitely tell us apart since she's miserable all the time."

Morgan paused, sucking the syrup off of her fingers again.

Haru watched curiously "Why... don't you use cutlery?"

"I don't like Metal." Morgan muttered "It is cold and dead and scary, It took me 7 months to sit on a train... giant metal tube full of untidy dark things, makes me nervous... So you have a clone? like in those science fiction comics?" she had already finished the plate and was now eating up the scraps, carefully placing the fluffy shreds congealed in delightfully sweet maple syrup on her long tongue.

"Oh... um, no... or yes? kind of like a clone. We are uh... two different people, but we look alike. Do you really not know what twins are? what were you raised under a rock or something?"

Morgan's brows creased slightly "Yes. How does everyone know?" She thought allowed.

Haru merely burst into laughter "You're pretty funny, Hedwig-San... I wish I had more customers like you. Are you local?" She asked.

"Potentially." Morgan whispered "Do men lose hold of their senses at the smallest Sexual inclination, here?"

Haru raised one of her thin eyebrows and scoffed "I don't think there isn't anywhere in America where that isn't the case."

Morgan nodded to herself and rose from her seat immediately, making the small Asian Waitress jolt at her speed. "Then yes. I'm local." The Girl with the Platinum hair, tall and lean reached into her pocket and pulled free her stack of bills.

Haru's eyes shot open, grimacing as eyes zipped immediately to Morgan's full hand. There where few people in the Diner, an old man, some kids smoking cigarettes over in the corner as they sipped milkshakes. But just behind them to the south of the small space, sat three men, Tattooed, well dressed, heavyset with mean eyes, mean eyes that sparkled with dollar signs the moment that She pulled free and fifty and placed it in front of Haru.

"Goodbye, Haru." with her tone blunt as ever, and an off-kilter, slightly **** smile, Morgan went to leave the diner, only for Haru to reach out, grasping at the Snowy haired beauty's Dress subtly.

Fear lingered in her eyes, as she gave Morgan strange looks, eyeballing her... then the men, then her again. Morgan tilted her head like a curious cat, and blinked "What?"

Haru gritted her teeth and lent in "Are you crazy!? You need to stay here." She whispered as low as she could "Those men over there, in the suits, with the tattoos, they're Alexandrovs, Russian Mafia... they saw how much you have... You need to stay here, let me call the police to scare them off!" She insisted.

The Witch felt little concern and Haru could sense it "Men also chase money like Hounds here, correct?"

The Waitress's face screwed up, but slowly nodded.

Morgan smiled this time... in earnest. "Good. Keep the Change. Oh and... don't follow me, Okay?"

Haru frowned, but Morgan carefully stepped out of the girl's grasp and walked briskly out of the Diner, her usual careless sway leading her through the doors and into the night, vanishing with the ring of a bell.

Haru lingered a moment, and averted her eyes as the Mob pushed out of their seats and made their way to follow the rich foreigner. Tonight truly was a night of easy decisions.