During the early morning hours,the restaurant was crawling with people like Everly had expected. They had a lot of breakfast orders to take care of; some for take aways,some to serve. But the rush hour eventually died down after nine.
"Anything yet?" Everly asked Ella when she found her in the kitchen. Ella checked her phone for what must've been the hundredth time today. "Nope," her face fell.
"It can only be a boy," June- a waitress that Everly has known since her mother opened shop,said.
"Nope," Ella responded, face emotionless.
"It's a girl actually," Everly said. Curios about how June would respond to that. If she were to guess, she'd say June was probably in her mind thirties. But she knew that even people who were fairly younger than that weren't as open minded about others' se
