Hendrix POV
I hum quietly to the music as I mop the tile floor. This music is a good distraction. As soon as I came into work I knew throwing myself into it would be the best way to forget all about Mr.Handsome-Professor.
Not to mention I'm getting paid $8 and hour, that helps too I guess.
The oldies music echoes melodically through the nearly empty restaurant. It's late. It's dark. I'm tired. And yet I keep on mopping away under the flickering fluorescent lights.
At this point it's just me, Ronnie, and Nancy working once again. Not a lot of people wander into the Diner at 1:00AM. I tend to stay away from Ronnie this time of the night. He gets real grumpy when he has to stay up late. So, instead, I just mind my own business doing the cleaning and serving, though there's not a lot of folks to be serving.