Not-So-Smooth Trip to Memory Lane
(Y/N) knew it was pointless to even try to run now.
Only five minutes to get there, and here she was now. About two blocks away from the diner, hopelessly dragging her tired feet just to get there. A million thoughts were zipping around in her brain restlessly, making her tired even more.
She didn't know that their heart to heart chat went on too long. It only felt like minutes have passed, and then BAM! It was nearly 1:00 pm and she was running late.
At least, she got some decent advice from the prince of the Candy Kingdom and eternal good looks, Gumball.
But she's very miffed that her mind is trying to process it now, at the least appropriate time.
She checked in barely just in time. Or at least, she hoped. She slipped through the back doors, and shrugged off her sweater. She hastily snatched her apron and tied her hair so fast it was probably just tangled strands of hair, and not a proper bun.
(Y/N) absentmindedly greeted her workmates who were working at the same shift as hers, not even bothering to look at them.
She basically slammed the kitchen doors open, as she was about to head towards the counter. She kicked open the small door in the counter, ducking and going to the dining area when she heard someone clear his throat.
She slowly looked up, just to see her boss, Mr Tootsie Roll.
He was scowling so intensely it almost made (Y/N) snort out a laugh. Although as silly as her boss looked right now, she knew that any sign of laughter or disrespect towards him could turn her into a hobo with just two words. A contraction and a past tense verb, and possibly lots of exclamation points. You're fired!
She swallowed back the laugh building up in her throat, making her cough.
"Would you look at the time, (Y/N)?"
She glanced at the grandfather clock behind the counter. It was sixteen minutes past noon, and it made her wince.
"I'm very sorry sir, I promise it won't happen again—"
"You'd better be! Get working now, woman!" Sir Tootsie then stood up and left. (Y/N) sighed in relief.
"Hi, (Y/N)!" a voice beside her called. She turned to see a candied apple girl behind the counter. Her name was Lexi, and she was a waitress like her. "Sir's in a good mood today, huh?"
(Y/N) smiled wryly. "I feel lucky." They both laughed, and carried on with their work. (Y/N) got a feeling that if there was any more chitchat and less work, Sir Tootsie's mood would not improve.
The diner was very busy during her shift. Especially in the evenings, when the diner transitions into this diner-tavern hybrid. Many old guys liked to sit by the counter, drinking root beer or something and listening to old people music. (Y/N) recognized a few human songs coming from the jukebox.
The day (or rather, the afternoon) went by so fast that (Y/N) was almost convinced it flew off. One minute she was forcing this constipated duck smile on her face (Sir Tootsie told them to always smile while interacting with customers) while taking orders, and now she was preparing the jukebox.
(Y/N) was told to bring out the jukebox every 8:00 pm in the evenings. She had to open the back panel, empty the coins from the tin bucket, and put it right back.
She pulled out the screw driver and started unscrewing the bolts from the back panel, carefully removing the nuts too. While she was working, she felt a weird pressure at the back of her neck, like someone was staring at her.
Slowly, she turned around, only to see an old lady with greenish skin, staring urgently at her.
