You Got A Name?

"What do you mean she's not here?!" Qing Zihao snarled at the person behind the counter. It was only eight in the evening and there were still a lot of patrons inside the diner. 

"It's her day off," answered the cashier cooly. The reason why this person could act like this with him because he was the owner. Another thing was that he was already sixty years old. 

"Call her," Qing Zihao said. "Tell her to come to work tonight."

"Mr. Qing," said the old man, "give the girl some rest. She had a long week. Ever since she arrived here she had been struggling to earn her keep."

Qing Zihao's head cocked to the side. "You mean she lives here? Like, upstairs? In the room above?"

The owner sighed, defeatedly. "Yes, she is upstairs." Then in an alarmed manner. "I already had her work this morning, please let the poor girl rest."

Qing Zihao managed a smile to his lips. "Tell her I'm waiting for her here."