White Lies

Another couple walked in holding hands, probably very much in love.

I was having a really hard time lately; working at the diner and seeing people embrace each other or start kissing at seven o’clock in the morning. I hadn’t even gotten enough coffee in me, and people were kissing.

I hated my job sometimes. Walking up to a table where a couple was holding hands, repeating that same line I said about fifty times a day: Hey, I’m Tessa and I’ll be your waitress today, can I get you something?