In the morning, as usual, the restaurant is packed with visitors. It was possible to hope for quieter working hours only in the late afternoon, when there would be much fewer people. A few months of working at this institution have taught you not to complain to your friend-colleague Cindy about an uncomfortable dress-code, in particular about a too short skirt and a deep neckline.

Rolling a small wheel on the floor from idleness and blowing small bubbles of gum with your mouth, you reluctantly watched the exchange between a colleague and Isaac, who was beaten more than last time. And so, everything repeats itself again.

The ringing of the bell on the door, the sound of massive boots and ash-white hair, which the second waitress would undoubtedly have sighed languidly, but it's a pity she's busy now. Again, these seemingly imperceptible glances at you from afar, which make you frown more than tremble. A few months of working at this institution have taught you not to pay attention.