The women at table 5 wants a napkin. The man at the counter third down from the smoker is just sitting and drinking water. And the family in the booth by the water fountain is making a mess with their cheerio and orange juice mess.
Ugh. My life. This place. I havent been able to get out of this life. I wish I could leave. Same thing everyday. Nothing new. Nothing.

ring

“Excuse me, Miss?” Someone asked.

I turned around from my day dreaming to see this middle aged man with brilliant green eyes.
“Um, sorry.” I said looking down. I took the check and cash from his hand and put the money in the cash register. He looked at me for a minute before he turned to leave.
Just as he was about to open the door a man in a ski mask ran in and held a gun up to my face.
Very darkly he told me, “Give me all the money and no one gets hurt.”
I froze. Mr. Green eyes slowly pulled up a gun of his own.