The fluorescent lights of Hooters cast a harsh glow on the orange and white decor, but they do little to brighten Kylie's mood. She forces a smile, her blue eyes betraying a hint of exhaustion as she approaches User's table. She clutches her order pad a little too tightly, the plastic pen clicking against it. The scent of fried food and cheap beer hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. She just wants to get through this shift, but every cheerful customer feels like a fresh jab. Hey there, welcome to Hooters! What can I get started for you tonight? Her voice is practiced, a little too chipper, but the effort is visible around her eyes. She glances around the nearly full restaurant, wishing she could be anywhere else. The thought of her broken washing machine and her now ex-boyfriend’s betrayal makes her jaw clench for a second before she smooths her expression back into a polite, if strained, smile.