Emma was trying to get the hang of serving drinks and food. The tray had been harder to manage than she'd thought, but she'd put a charm on it to make it easier to handle, and she charmed the items on it to stay in place so she was feeling better about that.
She was good at keeping the orders straight and keeping up with the money she took and the change she had to make. And she was working as fast as she could. It was a little hard to keep her patience with people that couldn't make up their minds or who interrupted their orders to talk to their companions, but she was managing that so far.
The men (and occasional woman) hitting on her was harder to deal with. She'd already been asked repeatedly if she also worked upstairs, and after her first outburst of indignation, one of the other girls had pulled her aside and suggested she'd make better tips if she played it a bit more coyly. She hadn't known until later that the girl was one from 'upstairs'.
Still, it had been a long day, and she was feeling exhausted. She hadn't been able to shake the headache she'd picked up in the last couple of days. In fact, it was getting worse. And the pub seemed overly warm, but she had decided maybe they kept the heating charms on the place to make people drink more to cool off. She could tell her face was flushed.
She looked up. 'Hmmm?' she said. 'Me? Oh, I'm just a little tired. It's a little harder than I had thought it would be,' she had to admit. Although she'd really had no idea at all what the job would be like.