Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-35042251-20190413163119/@comment-35042251-20190418003511

Skylight suddenly narrowed in on the waitress and asked, “Really? Because he's always seemed like he’s fine and doing fine.” She frowned, thinking as she absorbed this new information.

Finally, she reached into the pocket of her black leather jacket and pulled out a $100 bill, sliding it across the table to the waitress. “Thanks for that, it’s good to know. And keep the change, there’s plenty more of where that came.” She absently said, maneuvering her wheelchair around the stunned waitress and over to wait outside the employees room.

She had a determined glint in her eye, and her jaw was set fiercely. ''If Dom’s struggling to make ends meet, I’ll find a way to help. It’s the very least I could do.'' She thought, furiously drumming her fingers on the armrest of her wheelchair.