Finally, a thin, strong redhead dashed in with her jacket and helmet under her arm.  She stepped off to the side of the counter so as to show that she wasn't in line, but didn't go to the back without permission.  She knew she was expected, and even that she was a little late, but she didn't want to overstep her boundries on her first day and/or gross people out waiting for their food.  When she saw a gap in the crowd, she jumped for it, standing in front of the counter and facing the girl.<br/><br/>"Hi," she began, a little agitated and nervous, knowing she was probably already in trouble.  "I'm Sherry, supposed to be starting here today.  I'm so sorry I'm' late, I couldn't find a place to park my bike."  She looked away for a moment, feeling her grasp already starting to slip.  She knew it sounded stupid, but it was the truth at least.  If there was one positive thing anyone could say about her, it's that she isn't really a liar.  That doesn't mean she tells the truth all the time, just that she doesn't lie to cover up for it.<br/><br/>"I have a bit of experience working at a diner, but it didn't have a drive through."  She added, noting the headset on Lida's head and already taking in the background details of the kitchen and outer seating.