Kate Hopper thought she'd finally had everything taken from her.
With her father gone and her sister all the way across the country, she truly didn't have anything left. Since her father's death eight months before, she'd broken up with her boyfrien...
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KATHERINE MICHELLE HOPPER hated her job.
More specifically, she hated her second job at a café near Washington park. The shifts were rough, working the early to midmorning shift during the week, then working doubles on the weekends. She tried not to be too bitter about it—the tips were good, and she made about four dollars an hour without that. She just hated dealing with the people, especially that early in the morning. She wasn't ever in the mood, and sometimes people were just so mean.
"Kate, table four!"
She turned around to find one of the cooks had pushed a couple of coffee orders in her direction, as well as a couple of plates of food, more specifically the breakfast scrambler special that everyone just had to have. She sighed, shoving her pen and notepad back into the pocket of her apron as she put the plates in her hand. She took the items over to the fourth table, forcing a smile and asking if they needed anything else before scurrying off to her next table, seeing what they needed, and quickly putting the order in the kitchen. Before she had a moment to collect herself, maybe a moment to readjust her hair, another family had already stood impatiently at the hostess's stand next to the front door, waiting to be seated (she could tell that just by looking at them they were not going to tip well). When no one moved to sit them, she walked over swiftly to the stand to grab four menus to set the table for them, finally doing the job someone else didn't want to do. She sighed, looking to her dad's old watch on her wrist: one hour down, four to go.
