this was only a job for the summer — a venture to pay off ballet classes, incapable of turning to father for help without being lashed at. small diner not entirely hell on earth if she peered beyond wrathful manager who berates her on the regular, the kind old ladies she waitresses with brushing shoulder off every time vexatious words are spewed her way. " hi. " all she can choke out, obsidians pooled with liquid that she swallows down to display fraudulent grin towards customer. " can i get you anything to start with ? drinks ? appetizer ? " wasn't her regular speech, spoken daggers thrown at her just seconds before in kitchen leaving her shaken. @queencrds