Maya finally got to go into the kitchen to retrieve a bunch of food. Her cheeks hurt from faking a smile that whole time she had taken orders and it felt good to return to her emotionless state. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. She soon had two trays full of food on each hand. Maya walked out into the diner, smile once again plastered onto her face as she walked from table to table, serving couples, friends, families, school groups. So many different types of people. When they finished she cleaned up the tables. Then Maya began the whole process over again. Seat, take orders, serve, clean... seat, take orders, serve, clean.... and so on. It was a simple, boring routine in her simple, boring life.