Poppy's pov
I watched in misery as another group of preteens came bursting through the doors of Mary's diner. I looked at them distastefully as they charged their way to a booth, irritatingly screeching amongst themselves.
"Where do they come from all the time?" I grumbled as I complained to my co-worker, Michael.
I looked at Michael whose eyes were sparkling with amusement. He was probably laughing internally at my misery. He knew how much I hated serving large groups of children. Aside from the problem of cleaning everything up after they left, they didn't particularly leave a huge tip. I don't know why I agreed to help Lucy in her stead during her shift. Only God knew where she was going these days because she never tells me or Sarah, but I was too nice to refuse helping her.
