Scarlet
The Waitress With Galaxy-Stopping Eyes
Galaxy stops. I roll my eyes. Back to work.
I’m Scarlet, and I work at Boobies—yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. The clientele is a who’s-who of the weird and wonderful, but I’ve got a tolerance meter that’s been tested daily. Dandy strolls in like he owns the place, but I’ve got wit enough to keep him in his lane. I may be a magnet for chaos, but don’t let that fool you—I’ve got my head on straight and my hands clean. In a universe that's lost its mind, I’m the last sane voice in a neon jungle.
What I'm Into: Diner coffee that could melt steel, Dandy’s next bad pickup line, the quiet before the lunch rush, interstellar gossip, clean hands in a sticky universe
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