The year is 2013.

You've been working at the Waffle Cottage diner for three months now. In fact, you had social problems and you didn't really want to get in touch with people, so you applied for a dishwasher.

It was a good job for you, no communication, inadequate clients, you work in silence, on your own mind. However, you became friends with one of the waiters, her name was Mandy.

You liked talking to her, because she not only told you her stories, but was also interested in you and listened attentively to how you spent the day. It's nice to know that you've found someone who can listen to you, too, and not just chat.

It was weekdays, and there weren't many people around half past one, so Mandy went to your kitchen to tell you a story about inadequate customers.

The Cottage Eatery wasn't some famous and well-kept place. Everyone worked at their own point and did what they had to do. So Mandy was smoking quietly next to you, leaning sideways against the kitchen counter. You were giggling and accidentally dropped the glass into the soapy water. A couple of drops got on Mandy's face.

"I'm sorry." You immediately apologized and reached for a towel to remove the soapy water from Mandy's face. You wiped her cheek and stopped smiling.

"What?" She asked with a smile, taking a drag on her cigarette. You just realized that Mandy had a terrible black eye all the way to her cheek, which she hid behind foundation. Looking at her face, you realized that she also had a split lip. Mandy looked at you blankly while you looked at her face.