Nara
The following day, Mya and I are back at the diner, here for a formal interview. Mr. and Mrs. Lee, a married couple, are glaring at us. The wife is always so irritable, while the husband is warm and charming, but one glare from his wife wipes the smile off his face. What they have in common is their obsession with money and their diner.
"Hmm, I don't like you, but you'll do since we are desperate," Mrs. Lee says, dismissing us from the office with a wave of her hand.
"Thank you, Ma'am, Sir," we say as we leave.
"You start today," Mr. says with a pleasant smile.
In the kitchen, we meet the manager, Conti, who smiles tightly and hands us our uniforms. After we change into our uniforms, which are too short for my liking by the way, he orients us about the place. I just don't get it,
