Morning At The Restaurant

Lucia walked past the doorman, who gave her a nod of recognition, as she entered the lobby. Heading straight to the back of the restaurant. She opened the door to the staff room, where her co-workers were changing into their uniforms. The room was small and cramped, with lockers lining the walls and benches in the middle. 

As soon as they saw Lucia, the lively chatter in the room died down. The co-workers averted their eyes, or gave her cold stares. 

Some whispered behind their hands, or snickered under their breaths. 

Lucia ignored them and moved to her locker, which was dented she opened it with a loud clang. 

Inside, she had a picture of her grandparents. She took off her coat and hung it on a hook, then put on her uniform. It was a crisp white shirt with a black bow tie, a black vest, and a black apron.