Maria is thirty-three years old, a single mother, and works as a waitress in Hell's kitchen. She struggles more often than not, but her two-year-old son Christopher never goes without. When she sees Frank Castle sitting in the booth at the back of the Westpointe Diner just after two in the morning, she knows who he is.
"Hello," she says, approaching the booth with a warm smile. "My name's Maria. What can I get you?"
He smiles. It's a soft, genuine smile.
"Maria," he says softly. "I love that name. Coffee, please. Black."
She winces, looking down at the notepad in hand. Maria Castle. The wife. Of course.
She quickly goes back to grab the coffee. Mel, the cook, has some apple pie he's about to throw out, and she grabs a slice of that too. She rips a page out of the notebook she carries and writes a quick message.
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Frank looks up and the waitress, the woman with his wife's name, walks away quickly. He sees a cup of coffee and a large piece of apple pie on the table in front of him. There's a check, with the note PAID on the bottom, as well as a neatly scrawled note.
Fill - The People and Frank Castle - 1/6 - The Waitress
"Hello," she says, approaching the booth with a warm smile. "My name's Maria. What can I get you?"
He smiles. It's a soft, genuine smile.
"Maria," he says softly. "I love that name. Coffee, please. Black."
She winces, looking down at the notepad in hand. Maria Castle. The wife. Of course.
She quickly goes back to grab the coffee. Mel, the cook, has some apple pie he's about to throw out, and she grabs a slice of that too. She rips a page out of the notebook she carries and writes a quick message.
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Frank looks up and the waitress, the woman with his wife's name, walks away quickly. He sees a cup of coffee and a large piece of apple pie on the table in front of him. There's a check, with the note PAID on the bottom, as well as a neatly scrawled note.
Thank you for what you do.
Love Maria.