First Draft
The click-clack of her heels on the shiny tiled floors was distinct even from the kitchens.
She served a timid smile along with my milkshake and promised that she’ll follow not long after. Her shift was about to end, anyway. As she walked to another customer asking for a drink, I could see her weary face sigh. She’s done this for ten hours each day for six days a week for five years. You can see it from the calluses on the back of her foot where the heels dug in, her ...