"Fated" - Alessandra (Day One)

       Alessandra was running, trying to forget the encounter she just had and focusing on getting to work on time. She had got ready in a hurry this morning, after showering she didn’t even have time to dry her hair or put on any make up. Not that she was the type of person who needed make up, men made passes at her far to often for her liking, and was getting sick of all of them. She is in good shape, thin with very long legs, standing just over six feet tall in total. Her dripping brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, as she often liked to wear it, and it was beginning to form puddles along the back of her uniform. She hated this uniform, stiff and two sizes too small, they keep promising her a new one, but of course it never arrives. She works the day shift at a twenty four hour sports bar, owned by the adjacent hotel, and the management knows that her comfort is much less important than the selling more drinks. She hates this job, but it pays well, in tips at least, and she has all the free Worcestershire sauce she can drink. She normally didn’t like to admit it, but she has a slight addiction to the brown liquid, and drinks it straight from the bottle, even while at work. A majority of the kitchen staff has a crush on her, as most from the Y side do, and they always seem to fail in reporting such behavior.

       The young girl has no direction in her life, trying hard to survive paycheck to paycheck, but she knows there has to be something better for her than the current situation. Yet with all the day dreaming she puts forth, little ever comes back in return; so she goes to work, pushing through the back entrance with little time to start her shift. Grabbing her time card, she ran through a labyrinth of hallways to the manager’s office. It seems that due to her last transgressions, she must now have the on duty manager sign her time card before she can clock in for work. He looks at the clock, squints, and eventually gives into signing the thick paper sheet before handing it back to her without any dialogue being exchanged between them. Following the clattering sounds of metal-ware, she made her way back to the kitchen, taking a quick gulp to help her start her day.

       Out on the floor, the mornings always went slow while waiting for the lunch time crowd to arrive, but no matter what time you were here, there was always some customer present.