The dish washer at the restaurant was an utter gossip, and odd as hell to boot. She had a raccoon she fed off the back stoop when the boss wasn't looking, and friends just everywhere in the city, and there was this kid who'd run by and chitter nonsense and she'd pass her food, just like the raccoon. She was round and cheery and got the work done fast and well, so she just never really got fired, no matter how many canollis disappeared out the back door.
She'd been sick the last week, though, and a friend of hers came in to do her job so she wouldn't lose her job. An older man, and cranky, and he'd kept an odd eye on Ratnapriya this week. He was leatherfaced, ancient and Scotish, and he went by Dougal and nothing more.
When she went out back on one of her breaks, he followed, and packed his pipe from the stoop. "Ye got a light, lass?"