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"Ah, good!" Violet smiled when she walked into the room. "Sorry if I'm rushing you, but I'm a little stressed."

"It's fine," Brooklyn chuckled and Violet handed her a notepad and pen.

"Right, out you go and start taking orders!"

"Yes ma'am," Brooklyn joked and walked out into the busy diner. Violet directed her to a table and Brooklyn smiled brightly when she reached the table.

"Hi guys, what can I get for you?" Brooklyn asked and proceeded to jot down the orders on the notepad. When she was done she walked over to Violet who told her to hang up the orders in a hatch behind the counter so the chef could read them. Once the chef had cooked the food he would ring the bell and then you'd have to deliver to the food/drink to the correct table.

"Simple enough," Brooklyn smiled and made her way over to another table, greeting them with a cheery smile. She took their order and then gave the order to the chef who was a middle aged Italian man with a bit of a beer belly, but he seemed lovely.