Haru's POV:
It's 12:00pm and I'm still asleep in bed. I wake up and look at the clock. "I'm late!" I hop up and rush to get ready for my shitty job as a waitress. I'm only working there to get money for my own flower shop here in Cherryton. I quickly grab everything I need and run out the door. "I can't believe I'm two hours late!" I get outside of my tiny apartment building and try to wave down a cab, but none of them stop. I start running to the dinner. After a couple of blocks I finally reach the dumpster that they call "Steven's". I walk into the shit hole and go to the back to put my uniform on. My uniform consist of a cheaply made dress and an old apron. "Hey, Haru.", Jared says with a sly smile. "I'm not in the mood for one of your crappy pickup lines today. Where's Gordon?", I say with annoyed look on my face. "Easy, cotton tail! He's in his office.", he says. "Thank you." I walk towards Gordon's office to clock in. "Haru!", my boss says in an angry tone. I wince at his voice. "Yes, sir?", I say quietly. "Why are you late?!" I shrink in the doorway of his office. "I'm sorry, sir. My alarm didn't go off and I-" "That's no excuse, Haru!", Gordon says while angrily slamming his fist on his desk. I wince again. That man terrifies me and I just want to quit. "Yes, sir.", I say in a sad tone. I walk out of the dark and filthy room. Why does he always have to make my life such a living hell? Well, time to go work my ass of for a dollar an hour. I go up to my first table of the day and start taking orders left and right. A lot of business people pass through this hell hole everyday. I want all of this misery to end.
