Genevieve wove around tables and men as she took orders and gave out drinks. The morning certainly was a busy one. She barely had a moment to catch her breath between each trip to the kitchen. She quickly deposited the orders to the chef and was right back out. She finally got a chance to sit down at the bar for a minute or two. She drank a glass of water slowly as people bustled around eating their food and some drinking their liquor. A cluster of people poured into the Inn again eager for a hot breakfast. She got up and quickly arrived at their table to get their orders.

On the way back to the kitchen she bumped into a man. "Oh, I'm sorry sir." She offered him a surprised smile as she apologized. He stuck out a little from the other men. He did not seem as unkempt, "I simply do not know where I walk sometimes." She turned and walked back into the kitchen and gave the kind Chef the latest order. The man mumbled something about being overworked as she walked out of the kitchen. Luckily a few tables had emptied themselves and she walked over to clean them off. She silently hoped for a break between the breakfast and lunch rushes. 

She sat down at the bar again and said a friendly hello to the bartender as she sipped on some more water. She sort of wished for a glass of wine. Then wondered if she'd enjoy one later that night just for something to keep her mind off of things. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man she had bumped into. He appeared to be staring at her for some reason. She suddenly felt self conscious. She ran a hand through her hair and then took another sip of her water. She turned and stared at the door of the Inn. A few more people filed into the room. She made a mental note to ask the boss for another waitress besides her on duty.