On her first day as a waitress, almost ten weeks pregnant, Nina dragged herself out of the restaurant after the last customer had left, leaning against the wall to take a few deep breaths of the crisp night air.
10:42 PM.
She glanced at her phone, a small thrill of accomplishment rising in her chest. Seven hours on the job, and not a single glass broken, no complaints. Even the two messed-up orders had been smoothed over, and she still got tipped.
'Not bad at all,' she thought, a small smile tugging at her lips.
A red convertible zoomed past, a guy in the backseat giving her a loud, obnoxious whistle. Nina rolled her eyes, patting the apron pocket where she had just split tips with her coworkers. Without missing a beat, she turned and headed back into the restaurant, making her way tow
