Who: Sasha and Open Where: Sarah's Place When: Mid-afternoon What: Her shift is nearly over but someone sits in her section
The day was nearly over and the Russian girl was grateful for it. Her stomach was bothering her and the baby hadn't stopped moving all day. It was frustrating to say the least and she was beyond ready to go home and curl up on the air mattress on her floor. The only real furniture in the apartment was the baby crib she'd gotten from the thrift store and the card table and folding chair that made up her kitchen area. It wasn't much but it was more than she'd had the last few places she'd lived. And it was the one bright point in her otherwise long and tiring day.
She'd just finished with a table and realized she might have a half a moment to sit down, which was good given the size of her ankles in her tennis shoes. That is until someone sat in her section. Sasha fought the urge to make a frustrated noise. She needed this job and she wasn't going to do anything to get herself fired. Taking a deep breath and a menu, she forced a smile on her face and walked over to the table. "Welcome to Sarah's Place," she said, trying to tone down her accent as best she could. "I'm Sasha. Would you like something to drink while you look at the menu?" Yes, she'd been a waitress on more than one occasion on her exodus from Russia.