Date: 2015-11-18 03:19 pm (UTC)
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Genevieve managed to hide herself in her work for a while, the flush beginning to recede from her cheeks, but only for so long.

"Jenny, could you go clear up the tables?"

"I--yeah." She hated being called Jenny, but anything to conform more to the status quo. She sidled out and started picking up cups left behind by lazy customers, occasionally rubbing a table with a wet rag, until like a lava flow creeping its way down a mountainside she wound up next to the small one.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" The words were preceded by a deep breath and came out in a huge rush, tumbling over each other as the cups shook in her hands. She was trying to smile, but not to make it too bad of a smile, just enough of a smile to be acceptable.

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