Ella POV:
Just when I thought the day might finally start looking up, customers began trickling into the diner. Normally, I'd be relieved to have something to do other than watch the TV or clean the same counter for the hundredth time. But today, I wasn't exactly feeling enthusiastic.
Still, the shift in my boss's mood was a welcome change. He seemed lighter on his feet, even if it was only because the till was starting to ring. But of course, his lighter mood didn't mean I was off the hook.
"Elly!" he barked from his office door, waving his hand impatiently. "Keep that smile plastered on your face! Customers don't want to see a frown!"
As if I haven't heard this a hundred times before. I forced a bright, polite grin, the kind that didn't quite reach my eyes, and approached the counter to take orders.
"Don't keep them waiting!" my boss hollered again, as though I hadn't already picked up the pace.
