Jill sighed as she walked to work. It was a low paying job as a waitress at a local restaurant and it wasn't the best, but it was only to pay the bills until she could find a better job. She'd just gotten out of collage with a BA in journalism and was hoping to get a job a reporter at the local newspaper, but no luck yet. Walking in the employee entrance, Jill waved to Becky, a nice but somewhat air-headed high school senior, grabbed her order booklet and got ready to spend another night on her feet and being leered at by perverted old men. Joy. Gabe wanted to hit something. It was very tempting after the day he had, (yes working in a book store was fun, but some of those people could be real assholes) but no, he had to go pick up Jill from her work after her shift in a couple hours. It wasn't safe for her to walk home at night and he couldn't do that if he got arrested. Damn. He let himself into the small apartment he shared with Jill and collapsed on the sofa. He'd rest for a couple hours. By the time he went to go pick Jill up, the urge to hit something would pass.