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When she told Carla that where she lived no one could be a good person it just pissed Carla off, she had lived in areas like this all her life but when she was living on the farm when her Uncle was still alive. Even when her mother was alive, they lived in the bad part of town, but that didn’t make her mother a bad person, their father just fucked them over. She stared angrily out in front of them as if the little piece of wall she looked at would make all the world’s pain go away. When Kimberly carried on, Carla finally glanced over, her gaze soft, the hurt still lingering within, but she was showing how she was confused and still didn’t remember the girl sitting beside her. When Kimberly knew where she worked through Carla’s eyes widened a little before she looked away, she played with a bit of the fabric of her dress as she stared back at the wall. “I’m sorry. . . I really don’t remember. But. . . even if I don’t. . . I’m glad someone as depressed and hateful and just. . . just stupid was able to help. . .” She was quiet as she started to tear back up again, she glanced at Kimberly again. “Thank you for saving me.” She finally said before she leaned over and wrapped her arms awkwardly around the girl beside her and started to cry. “Sorry for being such a bitch, I don’t deserve your kindness.” She whispered.

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“Please Carla, I really, really, really need a smoke. I promise all you have to do is take the table with the couple that just walked in. I’ll even give you one of the tips from my other tables.” One of the waitress begged who was no longer working at the Diner today. Carla frowned deeply as she was in the back washing dishes before sighing. 

“You know the last time I severed a table I dropped a coffee pot and burned a ground of guys and myself.” She reminded the woman.

“But it’s only a woman and I guy! I’m sure they’ll be so much nice, what if you give you a twenty from my tips today?” The woman asked again making Carla sigh.

“Fine, but just this table, and if the guy is an asshat I’m telling James and you’ll have to finish the table and still give me the money.” She said as she reached over to start drying her hands. 

“Thank you!” the woman beamed going into hug Carla but she moved back and the women remember Carla didn’t like being touched. The woman awkwardly laughed and let her arms drop before moving to the back to go for her smoke. Throwing the towel over to the side Carla pulled off her dirty apron from doing dishes and grabbed another one. The uniform was rather basic, black pants with a black top, a white apron. 

Carla pulled the awkward super small ponytail from her hair and let it fall to the top of her shoulders. She looked at the mirror and running her fingers through it a few times before grabbing a note pad and walking out. She could see James eyeing her carefully on her way back, she twisted back and looked at him. “Don’t worry I’ll be careful. Carrie needed a smoke.” She said before letting the swing down fall shut behind her almost hitting her on the way out, James was there shaking his head. Carla was the only one who didn’t smoke there and so people liked to abuse her non-smoke breaks so they could take their own.

Carla looked around for the couple and frowned before walking over to the host spot to over look the tables, a table of two where there was only a woman. Carla shrugged it off and thought the man had gone to the bathroom. Carla came up to the table and noticed, the woman looked exhausted, bags under her eyes, but what others would have brushed off was the deep depression lingering in the woman. It was haunting like Carla’s that she kept hidden behind a mask of indifference and fear.

“Ah, umm. I’m Carla and I’ll be your sever for today. Is there something I can start you off with?” She asked not wanting to ask if the woman was alright just yet.

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