Hannah
“Hannah, get your ass over to table six, they’ve been waiting for ten minutes!”
Jeff was such a prick Hannah thought as she grabbed the waters and hustled out of the kitchen.
She approached table six, waters in hand, face hot under her mask. The first thing she noticed about the customers at table six was that they were an older couple. The man was a fat balding creature, like a candle left in the sun. Bulges in all the wrong places. The woman, eyes downcast, looked like fatigued forbearance made flesh.
“Welcome to Jenny’s, what can I get you two to drink?”
“Well hello there sweetheart.”
The mans eyes traveled the length of Hannah’s body shamelessly, a lascivious grin on his fat rumpled face.
“See, I told ya Edna, if we sat here the one with the cute little bottom would be our waitress.”
The woman didn’t respond, she kept her eyes down, looking at the unopened menu.
“Now sugar, why don’t you pull that mask down and let me get a look at that face.”
Hannah’s blood chilled, dreading what she knew was coming.