Chapter 8

• I take one last deep breath and slide the curtain aside, stepping out. Courtney is in the same outfit as me, although she looks much more comfortable than I feel. I wonder if my nerves are obvious.
• Courtney gives me a comforting smile. “Don’t worry. Like I said, the guys here are respectful. Besides, once you get paid—and see the tips—you won’t care anymore.” She laughs, twirling around.
• She guides me through the locker room, out into a hallway and then down to the kitchens. She shows me where to punch in orders, where to pick them up, and how the system works. Then she hands me a tray of drinks. “Just walk around offering these. Ask if they have special orders, if so, bring them to the kitchen.”