[h2][center][color=f9ad81]Jenny[/color][/center][/h2]

8 o'clock. Today was quieter than usual. Only a few clattering utensils against plates, and muted chatter of the folks who had few things to do on a weekdays morning. 

"Yeah, I'll have a cheeseburger, with onion, tomato, dill pickle slices with fries, and uh, what's this, fresh seasonal fruit. Thank you." A man in his forties ordered.

[color=f9ad81]"Cheeseburger with onion, tomato, pickles, fries, seasonal fruit. Okay, sir, it'll be right out." [/color] Jennifer, in full waitress mode, responded cheerily and professionally. The cooks were in the kitchen, and Jennifer relayed yet another order. Swiftly a circular tray, adorned with steaks and steaming hot loaves of bread was handed to her. That was table 6. Delicately balancing the tray between the tips of her fingers, Jenny delivered the tray to the elderly couple that had ordered it. [color=f9ad81]"Two stakes, one well done, one medium rare, two sweet teas and dinner rolls."[/color]

Alicia walked by, and Jenny gave her a nod. The elderly couple thanked their waitress and Jennifer whisked herself away to another table.

Thirty minutes later, Jenny found herself in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Scanning her outfit up and down. Mawmaw's. Yeah. She could do this for the rest of her life. It was what she was good at. If only she could figure out how to look good in this outfit. Or any outfit. All the clothes she bought seemed either too big or too tight. Why was she so...weirdly shaped? Whatever. Whatever! This was stupid. No time for this now. It was time to get back to work. Back to what she was good at.