<span style="text-decoration: underline">Scarlett Atkins</span><br/><br/>Le Nuit was as busy as it normally was for a Saturday night. Customers were turned away all night unless they had made a reservation. As per usual, the restaurant was understaffed, meaning those who were on shift were rushed off their feet with hours that were verging on illegal.<br/><br/>It had been 11 days since Scarletts last day off, she was exhausted and fed up. A 12 hour shift was not something she appreciated, yet here she was. She always managed to get roped into working the worst shifts, mainly because she'd been working for Le Nuit the longest. She sat in the shabby employee room out back, eating a burger that had been too burnt to serve to the customers. It wasn't particularly tasty, but it was food nonetheless. She had 10 minutes left, enough time to finish up her combined lunch and dinner. Then it was only another 2 hours to go. She was nearly at the end.<br/><br/>The door swung open as one of the other waitresses came rushing in. She had a short pixie cut that had been pulled into a tiny ponytail.<br/><br/>"Scarlett. You need to go and tend to private room number 4. I've finished my shift now and there's no one else that's free to take over." She instructed, moving over to the hooks and pulling on her coat and scarf.<br/><br/>Scarlett sighed, why was she not surprised that her break had once again been cut short? She nodded, standing up and tucking her crisp white shirt back into her black trousers. She headed for the door, stopping to straighten out her mousy brown hair in the mirror before rushing up the stairs to where the private rooms were.