You had started working at Robustelli's for a few weeks after quitting your last, shitty job at a grocery store, ick. Robustelli's was hiring a server at around the time you quit your last job, so naturally, you applied. You didn't expect to get the job at all, but surprise, surprise, you did. You were quite surprised.

The uniform you got was quite nice: a white dress shirt with the restaurant's logo on it, black slacks, and dress shoes. It was simple, but classy and sleek; your hair and nails were required to be well-kept, nail polish was fine, however. Your last job was stressful, too stressful, and while Robustelli's was busy, there were enough servers and cooks to make it work. It was our first official day, no more training, no more meetings, just the chance to be out on the floor. As you walked out on the floor, wearing the waist-tie apron, holding your notepad and a few ink pens. You've got to bring your own pens, but the restaurant also provides those cheap ones that feel more like tattoo pens than ink pens. You had one of those to draw on yourself during your breaks.

Today was as expected for a restaurant like Robustelli's on a weekend like this, full of rich college-aged kids and fancy old rich folks on dates or out with their families. You kept on a smile, even when cranky old men or snobbish women were rude. They always tipped well anyway, you expected the outside to just be fronts they put up, especially for the cranky old men. The college-aged kids were all loud, excitable, and always had the most fun, and they always tipped the best, which is why you started looking forward to working weekends.

You hadn't gotten to talk to your coworkers yet, but from what you heard, most of them were quite kind, aside from one or two being hilariously excitable, but you'd come to realize some of them are just like that. You had gotten to speak with the bartender, however, Lucia was sweet. She'd warned you about her brothers being schemers, usually just little jokes, pranks, or challenges, mostly harmless.

You stood silently by the door, waiting for another group to sit down in your seating zone. Watching quietly. It was winding down for the night, since it was coming up on 9, but Robustelli's didn't close until midnight on Fridays and Saturdays, so you were stuck there for a couple more hours.