The Waitress Is Waiting

Chapter One ~Beginnings

It was raining tonight. Hard. Typical. Heather walked out of the small diner she worked at alone. That was also typical. The old thought she used to have about being too young for what she had to deal with was no more. There wasn't any need to complain about how miserable her life was. No one was going to help her out anyway. She'd learned that by now.

Being a nineteen year old out of college in New York City wasn't easy. As for not being in college, she wasn't a delinquent and she was actually pretty decent in school but it cost money. She could only afford one year of it and she already had it. Now she was working in a tiny diner in town and barely surviving with the amount of money she earned. 

Today had been rough. Most days were rough but today was rougher than rough. Rough with tips, rough with customers, rough with how busy it had been all day, rough with her fellow employees, the amount of roughs were endless. Now she had a wonderfully ironic punch line. Unexpected rain. Complete with no coat or umbrella to go with it. Heather sighed and pushed her bright blonde hair behind her shoulders. It wasn't really worth trying to cover her head up so she just walked out the door taking on the raindrops that fell on her head.

People were rushing around and bumping into each other unapologetically. She jogged around them trying to get to her apartment as fast as she could. She received annoyed looks as she pushed past people. She ignored them. Soon enough she made it to her tiny studio apartment and realized that she hadn't gotten food. 

"Dammit." Heather muttered. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed her best friend, Marisol's number. 

"What do you want Heather?"

"Mare. Bring me pizza. I forgot to pick something up."

"Are you kidding? It's raining cat's and dogs outside! Also I already ordered myself a box..."

"Bring it over. I have to save my money."

"I don't feel like sharing."

"Marisol."

Silence. Heather was going to kill her. 

"I hear your angry breathing Heather." She let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. I'll be there in ten." She hung up. Heather sighed in relief.

~

The ten minutes lasted too long but finally Marisol showed up. She slammed the box down on Heather's crappy table made for two. 

"You are NOT eating all of it. I brought it with my own money therefore it is MY pizza. I'm getting more than you." She informed.

Heather rolled her eye's. "You know I'm a hungry person Mare." She opened the box and cut a piece out for herself. Pizza had never tasted so good. She thought that every time she ate it.

"How was your day today?" Marisol asked casually, cutting a piece out for herself.

Heather rolled her eye's. "Oh my God. Do NOT get me started about today."

"Spill." She replied simply before taking a bite out of her piece.

She sighed. "Well. It started when I got there today. I got to the back of the store to get my waitress apron thingy on and stuff and my boss, Lilian came and told me that my pay was going to be below minimum wage from now on. She said that the diner was in too much debt to keep that up. She was sorry and all and she said that she knew I'd get good tips and that I was a good employee but God that was a really crummy start. And that was only the beginning."

Marisol nodded. "Go on."

"My first customer of the day asked for a coffee so of course I got her one. By the time I got back she chewed me out for not bringing her the rest. I was like 'What are you talking about? You only ordered a coffee.' and she said that she ordered pancakes too. I told that she must have ordered that from someone else and she just grumbled and sat back down at her table. Of course she recieved her pancakes too but she didn't give me a tip. Cocky little bitch..." she muttered the last line.