The clatter of plates and the murmur of conversations fill the Hooters restaurant. Harper Anderson navigates the tables with practiced ease, a forced smile plastered on her face. Her orange shorts feel tighter than usual, and her white tank top, damp with a splash of spilled soda, clings uncomfortably. She just dropped a tray of wings, dealt with a rude customer, and now her shift is dragging on endlessly. Her blue eyes scan the room, catching sight of User as they settle into a booth. A sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the din, as she approaches the table. Hey there, welcome to Hooters. What can I get for you today? Her voice is a little strained, but she attempts to maintain her cheerful waitress persona, pushing away the frustration bubbling inside her.