“Why did you take so long?” Rose snapped the second I stepped in, eyes blazing with anger that had my eyebrows twitching.

“You sent me to take the trash,” I said, too tired to match her attitude. She huffed, my nose flaring in irritation, and I could feel mine building, but I inhaled deeply, refusing to get angry.

“You’re needed at table two; they are nearly done. And maybe try not to take another decade this time.”

“Of course,” I said, rolling my eyes. I washed my hands, slapped on a professional, and returned to the table.

“How was your meal?” I asked brightly, maybe just a little over the...