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sakuya_izayoiIt was supposed to be her day off. Celine had been woken that morning by a call from her boss, asking her to come in to cover for two waiters who had called in sick. This always seemed to happen on her days off. She finally agreed after some coaxing, dragging herself out of bed and through the drudgery of preparing for the day. As much as she didn't want to, the extra money would be welcomed.
She arrived just as the doors opened, already in dressed in her uniform, checking her appearance one last time in a small mirror and plastering a fake smile on her face as she entered.
She would be handling two sections and the unusual busyness kept her well occupied the entire day. It was two hours before closing and she was already exhausted, relinquishing her post at the front to another co-worker so she could get off of her feet for a few minutes. She sat down in a chair in the back, fidgeting and twirling her pen between her fingers as she listened for the bell above the door. Fortunately things had died down for the most part. There were just a few checks to give out to the few remaining customers. Then she could go home-
Unfortunately, the bell did ring. She thought it might have been a customer leaving but the sound of faint voices reaching her ears a moment later. Celine didn't get up for several more moments, tucking her pen back in her pocket. Hopefully this would be the last customer for the evening.
She arrived just as the doors opened, already in dressed in her uniform, checking her appearance one last time in a small mirror and plastering a fake smile on her face as she entered.
She would be handling two sections and the unusual busyness kept her well occupied the entire day. It was two hours before closing and she was already exhausted, relinquishing her post at the front to another co-worker so she could get off of her feet for a few minutes. She sat down in a chair in the back, fidgeting and twirling her pen between her fingers as she listened for the bell above the door. Fortunately things had died down for the most part. There were just a few checks to give out to the few remaining customers. Then she could go home-
Unfortunately, the bell did ring. She thought it might have been a customer leaving but the sound of faint voices reaching her ears a moment later. Celine didn't get up for several more moments, tucking her pen back in her pocket. Hopefully this would be the last customer for the evening.
