most people think being a waitress is little fun days and nice conversations while wearing little outfits, but it’s not. here, it’s like a family or household, being bossed around. especially by the hot chef, chris.

mostly everyone their is sweet to you, you being the youngest and most innocent, but he doesn’t really care to snap at you, after being overwhelmed the whole day your just the easiest person to snap at. of course he’ll apologize after by giving you a slice of cake at the end of your shift or a little bit of some icing.

it was a good day for you, horrible for chris. you bring a plate back to the back, “they said it was too burnt” you say.

he groans and clenches his fist, “here just—-….just go run your little ass more food.” he snaps, not because of you but at you, just stressed out