Who: Aimee and Open
Open: Yup
Where: Friendlys
When: Afternoon
What: Bumping into someone...oops.

Work. Work pretty much sucked as of now. Previously she had the strength and patience to handle the little kids running around, spilling orange juice, and crayons flying all over the place. Now she was just darn right sick of it. While, yes, this was a job and she should be grateful that she has even had one, this wasn’t enough to pay the bills. While she was on her now five minute break, she took a seat at one of the burnished colored booths, flipping through the newspaper for some job openings. With her black Friendlys uniform worn loosely and high top, messy ponytail, she trailed her eyes over the musky grey paper. Anything than this would be better. Maybe she could just work at another diner? Fuck. This is what she gets when she does not attend school. Not like she could.

Then she heard her name, “Aimee!” someone hollered, “there’s a pancake spill at table eight. Could you pick that up?” Her eyes rolled; of course she had to be the one doing the cleanup. Putting the newspaper down, she stood from her comfortable position, “I still got three minutes left in my break!” she half complained, but nonetheless, she still went to go pick up the pancake that was drowned in syrup. Walking to the table with a rag in her hand, she bent to pick it up the soggy plump of grain and toss it to the garbage. She then saw a table that needed to be cleaned and flickered her eyes at the clock. Break was over. Walking over, she grabbed a large tray to place the items in and started to gather up the used plates and cups.

Balancing the large tray on her shoulder and palm, she began to place the cups and plates there. Same old same old. Until she turned around and accidentally bumping into someone, left over soda spilling onto their shirt. Her eyes widened, “Oh my God, I am so sorry”