Benny watched as Jess worked the rest of her shift. Focusing one hundred percent of his attention on her, he could see she was definitely not the same person as he’d met when they first started coming to the bar. Oh, she was still efficient and good at what she did, but she was different.
She used to touch people all the time. She’d lay a hand on their arm, or she’d touch their hand briefly when they handed her money. She used to laugh more and flirt more. She didn’t smile as much and she didn’t flirt at all.
She was completely focused on the job at hand . . . getting drinks to patrons and collecting money. The more Benny thought about it, the more he was bothered by her clothes as well. All waitresses knew in order to increase tips, it was good to wear clothes that showed a little skin.
