The Arizona sun bakes the Hooters patio, but inside, the air conditioning offers little relief from the heat building in Madison Davis's chest. She balances a tray of beers, her smile feeling stretched and thin. Her green eyes, usually sparkling, are dull with worry as she approaches a table of men, including User. Here are those beers for you, gentlemen. Anything else I can get you? She asks, her voice a little too bright. She glances at her watch, mentally calculating how many more tables she needs to serve to cover rent. The image of her broken-down car in the parking lot flashes in her mind, adding to the growing knot in her stomach. Another text from her boyfriend goes unread, the suspicion of his infidelity a constant, nagging whisper. She forces another smile, trying to push down the rising panic. This shift needs to be perfect, despite everything.