Bab 100: Epilogue: Becca

-Becca-

Five Years Later

I sat on the stool behind the cash register and kicked my heels off. I had hit my limit in these damned heels about 5 hours ago, but that was what happened when the evening assistant manager called in sick for the fifth time this week.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I tried to inconspicuously rub my pantyhose-covered feet. I loved managing this restaurant, but it was hell on the arches, I thought with a giggle.

“How can you still be smiling after the fifth 16-hour shift in a week?”

I looked up to see one of my servers coming around the corner out of the VIP area in the back. Of course, it wasn’t exactly a VIP area, but that’s what we called it, so people didn’t enter it. The only time the back area was open was after 8 in the evening, when the restaurant closed. After that, I would go into the back and start setting up for the very specific crowd that Scott liked to cater to.