night shift

CHARLOTTE

"Good day sir," I greeted a customer as I took his payment, while wearing the best professional smile I could muster.

I worked as a clerk for one of the hotels’ restaurants in the area.

Right then, I handed the receipt over, watching as the customer went back to his seat. It was a Tuesday, and I had promised to Face-time my sister but work came at the last minute.

She might be feeling as sad as I was now, but I needed the money to pay for things. Working at the front desk was hard, but the money was really good. If I worked a little bit more, I would be able to make it up to her. I was planning to surprise her by taking her on a vacation. Summer was approaching, and a nice trip to the beach wasn't too bad.

My hands got busy as I dealt with the next customer, when the overhead bell chimed, signaling a new customer had come in.

A group of boys flocked into the restaurant, in high spirits. Some of them seemed to be my age, while the rest looked older. They walked to the fr