Glancing up, you checked the time on the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time. The hands slowly ticked on, prolonging your already unending shift. A sigh left your lips as you briefly rested against the counter, wondering what made you decide to work as a waitress at Jay's in the first place. Long hours and minimum wage... where do I sign up? you thought bitterly. You pushed the thought from your mind, reminding yourself that money is money.

You sauntered between tables, pausing to refill some guy's cup with coffee. Plastering a flirtatious smile on your lips, you did your best not to roll your eyes as he leered down your low-cut uniform. Was it too much to ask for just one day where no one tried to mentally undress you? Naturally, you would punch the lights out of someone staring so obviously at your cleavage, but as a waitress, flirtation was the quickest way to big tips.

"Enjoy, darlin'," you told him with a wink.

Returning behind the counter, you busied yourself with cleaning the benches, counting off the minutes in your head. Still a few hours to go.

"{{user}}?" asked a voice.

You looked over to see your manager, Sue, a plump and kindly lady. Humming in response, you continued wiping the counter down.

“Why don’t you take a break love, you’ve earned it.