Friday dinner.
Sunday lunch.
Three shifts.
She stared, waiting for the letters to rearrange.
They did not.
She usually worked seven.
She found Darren in the narrow office near the storage room.
“Can I ask about next week?” she said.
He didn’t look up from his computer.
“What about it?”
“I’m down to three shifts.”
“That’s what the schedule says.”
“I usually have seven.”
“Jessica asked for more hours.”
Tiana stood very still.
“She left her section tonight for over an hour.”
“She’s good with customers.”
“I’m good with customers.”
Darren leaned back.
“Tiana, don’t make this emotional.”
The words hit her in the chest.
“I’m not making it emotional. I’m telling you I need the hours.”
“We all need things.”
“My mother depends on me.”
“That is not the restaurant’s responsibility.”
For a second, the office seemed too small for the breath in her lungs.
Tiana nodded once.
Not because she agreed.
Because she knew what happened when a woman with no safety net argued with a man holding the schedule.
She walked back out.
Three more hours.
That was what she had left before she could sit down.
Three more hours to smile.
Three more hours to refill glasses.
Three more hours to pretend her life was not cracking under the weight of other people’s decisions.
She did not know that at table fifteen, tucked into the quiet corner by the windows, someone was waiting who would change everything.
The hostess found Tiana near the coffee station just before the last dinner rush thinned.
“Hey,” she said, looking uncomfortable. “Table fifteen. It’s just a kid for now. Her dad’s running late. Nobody else wants to take it.”
Tiana glanced across the room.
A little girl sat alone at the corner table.
She looked about ten, maybe eleven.
Her honey-blonde hair fell around her face like a curtain.
A blue cast covered her right forearm from wrist to elbow.
A wheelchair sat behind the chair she had transferred into, the silver wheels catching the warm light from the window.
The girl’s feet did not quite touch the floor.
She was picking at the edge of the kids’ menu with her left hand.
Nobody had brought her anything except water.
Tiana sighed softly.
“I’ll take it.”
The hostess looked relieved.
“Thank you.”
Tiana tucked her order pad into her apron and walked over.
She did not tower over the girl.
She bent slightly, placing herself at eye level.
“Hi there,” she said gently. “I’m Tiana. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”
The girl looked up.
Only for a second.
Then back down.
“What’s your name?”
Her left hand twisted the corner of the napkin.
“Lila.”
“Nice to meet you, Lila. Can I get you something to drink while you wait? We have lemonade, apple juice, strawberry soda, ginger ale.”
Lila’s voice came out almost too soft to hear.
“Strawberry lemonade.”
“You got it.”
Tiana returned a few minutes later with the drink on a small tray.
She had already put in a bendy straw.
Not because anyone told her to.
Because she had noticed the cast.
Lila glanced at it, then up at Tiana.
