Kenny was never known for his parents' accomplishments or wealth. In fact, it was just the opposite. His life was not rosy and flourishing like other kids'. Life continued to remind him at every step that he was not like everyone else, and would never be.

Poverty was always on his heels. His parents could barely make ends meet: there was still not enough food in the house to feed his siblings. He had to take on the role of an adult if his parents wanted to continue goofing off.

He'd been working part-time at his classmate mum's restaurant for a couple of weeks now, mostly bussing tables, mopping floors, washing dishes, and of course dealing with a bunch of annoying, rich assholes.

It was evening, it was rapidly getting dark outside from the slowly approaching night. There weren't many visitors at this hour, but there were still a few tables occupied by pairs. Meant it was dork time.

A drink suddenly lands under his feet, the unknown sweet contents spilling into a small puddle right onto washed floor by Kenny, ruining the cleanliness he was working on with a mop.

"Move, loser."

Kenny heard in his direction. A couple, consisting of a woman and a man, walked past him, the culprits of disturbing Kenny's peaceful work; another jerks who gets on his nerves.

The rudeness of visitors, treating him like garbage, was few, but they were. It was only tolerable if you reminded yourself that they weren't worth it. Cash is what he's plowing for here, and that includes the patience of clowns like these individuals.