“Hurry up, one more order of fries!” A voice snapped from behind a counter, growling angrily at a girl who was dashing as fast as she could, a tray balanced on one hand. “Just a second!” She yelled back, a slight tone of worry in her voice as her uniform sneakers scuffed the carefully polished floor.
This all took place inside a restaurant, in real life. The establishment was a neat, but older place, the well-known ‘Menny’s’ sign sitting dimly outside, a light bulb flickering within it. The sun was well beyond gone, and outside the crickets cry could be heard. From inside this building, this girl, about eighteen, was carrying now two trays, and she looked quite tired from the fact that her shift was almost up; circles sat under her eyes, although hidden by her dark rimmed glasses. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, her nametag read ‘Marissa’; but she was quickly hurrying to a table. “Here’s your order!” She said with a forced friendly smile, pulling the plates off the tray and setting them down in front of a family of four, who seemed pleased with her service.