Who: Mya and Brian
When: A little after nightfall
Where: Over the phone

When Mya got home she’d fallen right asleep, crashed was more like it. She didn’t even change out of her work clothes. She slept most of the afternoon and would have probably stayed asleep if it hadn’t been for the sirens. Stirring Mya woke and walked outside to see if she could see where the noise was coming from. They seemed a bit distant so not directly in her neighborhood. With a furrow of her brow she went back inside and turned on the news.

By the time the remote hit the floor she was already dialing the diner. Fire was bad, and it wasn’t even a Monday.

Business had pretty much come to a standstill at the diner. The patrons were all staring out the windows at the smoke and fire against the darkening sky just a couple blocks away-- those that hadn't already left to either run home or run to see. The waiters and busboy were doing the same, though Brian had absolutely forbidden any of them to go investigate. After the news yesterday, and the fact that the radio the busboy had flipped on in the corner filled them in on similar acts of violence all over town, he was taking no chances with any of them running off to rubberneck and not making it back.

He was kind of staring, too, and wishing he were better at what he did so that maybe he could help. There was no way his power could contain a blaze like that, though, and he'd probably burn himself up trying.

When the phone rang, Brian was the one to pull himself away from the sight to go answer. "Mya's Diner, Brian speaking," he said, though his eyes kept drifting back to the windows.

“Oh thank god you’re ok.” Mya said with a breath of relief. “Please tell me that everyone else is too.”

Mya. Good to know she was okay, at least. "Yeah, everyone's fine. Didn't let anybody leave. Figured that letting people run down to see who started a big fire like that proooobably wasn't the best idea. I take it you saw the news?" Or the smoke?

Mya nodded, though he couldn’t see her. Her house was far enough from all the events that she only heard the distant sirens. “Yes, I turned it on the moment I heard the sirens. Can’t see anything from my house but that church is very close to the diner.” She was sitting on the arm of her couch watching the news as she spoke. “You should probably see about getting people home. I hope everyone has a way… I can come down and pick up people if they don’t have transportation… I wouldn’t want anything to happen to anyone, there’s been attacks and gunfights…”

"You mean close up shop early?" Brian could actually agree, there, this time. What he didn't agree with was Mya's second suggestion. "Uh-uh. You're staying right where you are, gorgeous, with your doors locked. Anybody who needs a ride, I'll handle it. I don't think there's many, anyway. Domino's off, and I don't think Pete walked today."

That sounded reasonable. "Ok, doors are locked, I'll stay here- but you're going to call when you get home." She said as she got up to actually lock the door. "If I don't hear from you by ten I'm calling the cops."

"Sounds good, to me." Another police car went speeding down the road past the diner, towards the blaze. Brian watched it before continuing, "I'll cover opening in the morning, want to make sure the early crowd all comes in okay. Since you did a double-shift, practically, last night and this morning. Thank you for that, by the way."

"It's more than fine... you should learn to get to bed on time..." Mya scolded. "Or we should hire someone faster. I'd say we should promote Domino, but I doubt he'd take it. He keeps talking about eventually getting on the road again." She sighed softly. "Call me when you get home."

Brian tried not to choke on his own tongue, at that. Yeah, Domino and the promotion and... yeah. No. He coughed once to get the moment of ohgodironyandow out, then said, "No. Domino's not really the type for management, I think." Fucking hell, not when he was sleeping with the boss. And damn Domino for reminding him of that, himself. "We'll find someone. I'll call-- you stay safe, a'right?"

"Alright." Mya said before hanging up and holding the phone close. She wouldn't leave her couch until he called.

Sighing a little as he hung up the phone, himself, Brian took a moment to rest his head against the nearest cabinet, closing his eyes. He really couldn't keep not telling Mya about this... but he couldn't tell her, either.

There were more important things to do right now than angst, however, so he only allowed himself a moment of silence before pushing himself up and heading back out to the diner proper. He had staff and patrons to send home, and a diner to lock up-- and then he had some work to do. Nothing violent was going anywhere near his diner. He'd just have to make it quick, so he didn't worry Mya.