Transformation Beginning: Day 2

Word Count: 12,013

Summary of Events:
Alizabeth arrived at the restaurant for the beginning of her shift and listened as her fellow waitresses got into their daily argument. Chalmers practised with his teammates and got into a lengthy discourse with goaltender Tyler Ellenwood about how ridiculously young some people were starting their children into athletics. Later on Chalmers had his phone taken away for texting at the table and was required to clear the table and load the dishwasher, which he did reluctantly before leaving the house and finding a small diner-style restaurant where he stopped at.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Nervously Alizabeth looked at the new customer; he looked to be in a terrifying mood, and he'd gone and sat down in her section. Like it or not, she'd have to go and give him a menu.
He had moderately long and somewhat tousled looking dark brown hair on the top of his head, with the hair getting shorter as it went down the sides and back. His face was sharp-edged, his jaw set sternly.
For clothes he was wearing a leather jacket, well-worn but still dark-coloured jeans, and somewhat snugger-fitting more retro sneaker-style shoes, which were resting up on the empty seat across from him; good thing Sheryll had gone home for the night or she would've been out there getting mad at him.
Taking up a menu, Alizabeth took a deep breath and walked out into the dining area and up to his table. She noticed his features seemed to soften slightly, and he looked like he was listening, but he kept his face turned down toward the table.
"Good evening," Alizabeth said as pleasantly as she could. "My name is Alizabeth and I will be your waitress tonight; are you just going to peruse the menu, or would you like something to start?"
"Peruse," he replied in a voice whose lowness surprised her.
"Alright, I'll leave it to you then," Alizabeth said.
Turning away from the table, Alizabeth maintained an even stride, even though she did kind of want to run away from him. From a distance he hadn't looked as big as he did up close, she guessed he was just about as tall as her dad, and he looked slightly broader too — although the Toveruds were a narrowly-built family.
Back in relative safety behind the counter, Alizabeth watched to see when he was ready to order. He flipped through the menu one way, then back and forth, and then after awhile he opened his jacket and slid it off his arms, revealing a navy-blue t-shirt that looked mottled like light grey sweats always were.
Even from this about twenty feet away Alizabeth could tell he was no slouch; his forearms were even muscular, as were his upper arms which — much to her added nervousness — were marked with black ink. Permanently marked.
Being as he'd stopped flipping through the menu, Alizabeth was positive he knew what he wanted to have, so now she was going to have to approach him, but she was leery of doing so again, especially due to the presence of the ink, combined with the simmering anger she sensed.
Finally Alizabeth convinced herself to go out there and went over to his table; this time he looked up at her with deep green eyes that showed more curiosity than anger, although the anger still simmered around the edges."