Ella

I grabbed the tray, and walked to the table to deliver my last order. I slowly gave it to them, and got their check. I listened to the sounds of the restaurant where I was working. People were talking, laughing, and cheering. Kids were screaming, crying, and whining. Parents were yelling, soothing, or talking. The receipt printed, and I ripped it out, carefully, of course.
"Here you go." I handed it to the them. "23.56 is your total. Just pay at the front desk when you are finished." They smiled.
"Thanks." The woman said. I just nodded, like I was told.
Talk to them as little as possible. They're customers. Not friends.
And handed me my tip. 20 bucks. I smiled, and walked away. I took off my apron, and signed off.
"See ya later, Ella." My friend, Jay, said.
"See ya. Still up for tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yep. See ya! Five o' clock, don't forget!" I waved, and got my keys out. I unlocked my car, and got in. I put the keys into my blue truck that's older than my great-grandmother. The truck back-fired, but finally started up.
"I hate you." I muttered under my breath. I shook my head, and drove off.

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