[b]October 2, 2015
New York, NY
7:30 AM[/b]


Abigail woke up to her alarm, hitting the snooze button as she let out a big yawn. In her half-asleep state, she clumsily got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom to wash up and fully wake up. Wobbling over to her closet, she tiredly picked out her uniform for work, where she was a server for a café called Morning Star. It was a part time job that she had gotten a few months ago while she looked for a better career in between the few classes she needed in order to have a degree in photography and international studies.

The uniform consisted of a deep red, buttoned down shirt that was tucked into her black skirt that reached knee-length, along with black tights underneath. She also wore a black and red apron with a black ribbon bow to tie around her shirt collar, similar to a men's formal tie. Wrapping her light brown hair in a bun, she puts on her black cap to hide her hair in and slipped on her work shoes. 

Checking the time now and then, Abigail began to make herself a bit of breakfast as she drank some coffee that had been brewing while she was changing. As she served herself a plate of two Sunny-Side Ups with toast and some sausage, Abigail walked to her small table and ate at a steady pace, still making sure she had time to get to work. It was a rather quiet routine, and sometimes Abigail did miss having company around to at least have someone to talk to. Being the only one in her apartment wasn't her ideal lifestyle, but she was stuck with it nonetheless. After a few minutes of enjoying her meal, she placed the dirty dishes into the sink and grabbed her small backpack and keys, heading out to work, which was only a few blocks away from where she lived, making it really convenient for her in case she forgot something or wanted to go home for lunch. 

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Arriving at work at around 8 o'clock, Abigail was soon put to work, taking orders from customers, taking them to the chef, greeting customers as they walk into the door and serving the food, all with excellent service and a smile. Doing all of that as a server came fairly easy for her, as she liked to talk to people and help them out with anything that they needed in order to make their visit more enjoyable. She just loved the sight of people genuinely happy with their food on the daily basis. 

About less than an hour into the shift, Abigail heard the bell chime as a man walked into the café. She looked over to where she was at in the cash register and spotted the man, seeing that he was wearing dark clothes and a pair of sunglasses. He looked a bit peculiar to her, but she shrugged it off and continued to get the bill for a previous customer. This should give the man some time to look over the menu and decide what to order while he waited for her to be done with the customer. Abigail went over to him a minute after she got the money for the customer's order, now taking her notepad and pen in her hands while she approached the new customer. 

"Good morning, sir! My name is Abigail and I'll be your server for today." Abigail greeted him with a bright smile. "Would you like something to drink while you decide on your order, or are you ready for me to take it now?" She asked, the words coming naturally out of her mouth as she had experience in the job, as well as her genuine kindness towards the customers.