“I’ve just figured it out by now. If I take care of my feet, I’m not in tears by the time I get home at night.” Which implied heavily that had been the case at one point in time, which it had. She shrugged, taking another sip of coffee.
“And I guess I don’t have illusions about making friends either. I’m not the sort of person people cozy up to immediately and make lifelong friends with. I’m more the person everyone gets along with but then forgets pretty quickly. Which is fine. Not everyone is a social butterfly.”
You got used to what you knew, after all.

“That’s true, though. A lot of these kids don’t think about that till they complete their first shift and their feet are all blistered up.” It reminded him of the military, of the numerous blisters he’d gotten before his boots had finally been broken in. Eames knew that having comfortable shoes did wonders when you spent the majority of your time on your feet. He just couldn’t get that through to some of the others that worked at the restaurant.
“Well, you’re more than welcome t'come chat with me whenever you see me on shift and you’re not. Spend most of my time outside that door so I don’t get a chance to interact with all this lot so a friendly face now and again wouldn’t be too bad. Gives you someone t'talk to as well.”
Not that he had a lot of time to talk while on shift, but the occasional chat was nice when he had to constantly deal with the twats of the world.