When All Else Fails

Okay, story I talked about earlier? The one with no title and a rough beginning? I started it, and titled it 'When All Else Fails'. Here's the official unofficial beginning;

"Hey," called the tall blond in the McDonald's uniform, pulling off his name tag and hat as he set a McDonald's bag on the car of his fellow employee. "You smoke?"
The girl he spoke to climbed out of her back seat--having finished arranging everything and taking off her own hat and name tag--before walking around the car and shaking her head with a friendly smile. "That's good." He nodded his approval even as he let a cigarette of his own. "Smoking kills, but I was going to offer you one if you did."
She laughed, watching him just as quietly as she usually did, one hand holding the door to the driver's seat as she leaned against the frame, the other clutching the keys. She smiled almost stupidly, but there was a hint of watchful intelligence in her brown eyes.
With a sigh, the guy grabbed his bag, stuck the cigarette in his mouth and saluted as he began walking back to his own car. "Take it from me; don't start."
Indecision fluttered across her face as if she wasn't sure what she should do, and before she could even really consider it, she called out to him, ever present humor in her voice. "Because you're such a good influence?"
With a grin, he spun around and pointed at her. "There it is! The ever elusive voice of Callie Michael!"
She laughed and pleasure shone softly in her eyes as he walked back towards her. "It's hardly elusive, Stefan."
"Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?" he mocked in his version of a girl's voice. "Taking orders doesn't count. There are only a handful of people you do more than smile to at work. You're too quiet."
Her smile never faltered, "I talk enough outside of work. I'm as loud and obnoxious as they come under the right circumstances. There's no one to talk to at work, so I don't."
"You could talk to me," he offered. "I'm always willing to talk, even though talking to you makes me feel like a creeper because I'm so much older."
"You're twenty-two...that's not 'much older' at all," she replied with a smile.
The reply was enough to send him happily into a mostly one sided conversation that Callie listened to quietly, smiling, laughing and adding in her occasional comment.

"She's the one," said the younger of two men watching them from the center of the deserted parking lot. They weren't worried about being seen because they weren't really there at all. The building was empty with the exception of the maintenance team cleaning up, and the last two employees too leave were standing near the back of the parking lot having a friendly conversation obviously led by the man.
"Are you sure?" asked the other guy, surprise flickering across his face. "She seems quiet, shy and--let's be honest here--not a little stupid."
The younger one shook his head, his forest green eyes never leaving the girl. "She's curiously complicated. I'm drawn to her. She's the one," he repeated.
"And how do you suggest to get her?"
The green eyed man smiled confidently, "Since when have women ever been a problem?"