Alex Vine slipped through the doors of Calhouns just at 6:00 when his shift started. His black hair was cut short and his blue eyes scanned the restaurant easily as he tied the apron around his waist, putting a few straws in one of the pockets and picking up his pen and pad, leaning against the counter. His dark red shirt fit him fairly well, showing off his muscle as he smiled faintly at the customers, part of his job. Such a waste of time. He thought to himself. He was the football team captain, but he was broke because he just bought his new car. That was the only reason he was sitting here at this time, in this place, and not at home finishing his math homework, which surprisingly he excelled at, or annotating his English book, which again, he excelled at. One of the few, unusual people who was a straight A athlete.