FLORA"Flo, table six needs more coffee."I grabbed the half-empty pot and hurried across the diner floor, dodging a toddler who'd escaped his mother's grasp. My feet ached in the cheap sneakers that had seen better days."Coming right up," I called, plastering my customer service smile on my face immediately.The man at table six barely looked up from his phone as I refilled his cup. No "thank you," not even a nod. Just another invisible service worker in his world. But I was used to it."Anything else I can get you?" I asked.He shook his head without looking up."Flora!" Marge, my manager, beckoned from behind the counter. "Your shift ended ten minutes ago. Don't you have somewhere else to be?"I glanced at the clock above the kitchen door. Crap, I thought. If I didn't hurry, I'd definitely be late for my night job."Thanks, Marge." I untied my apron and stuffed it under the counter. "See you tomorrow.""Get some rest, honey," she called after me. "You look dead on your feet."Res
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