The Cure
“Last Call! Who wants another round?” Jenny exclaimed, as she was finishing her shift. Glasses clinked, drinks spilled, just another night. A lone woman walked in and sat at the corner of the bar. Jenny walked up to the woman and politely asked if she could bring her a drink. “Water with lime” the woman responded quietly with an accent Jenny couldn’t place. She pulled out a black notebook and began writing. She was not a young woman, her silver streaks gleamed under one of the few lights in the dim bar. She wore a beautiful purple woolen coat that made her skin look bright and youthful despite her wrinkled brow. Just then, two men started yelling at each other. This wasn’t looking good; she went over to deescalate the situation. With a little reasoning everyone calmed, one of the men left and all was well. Jenny went around to check on the patrons and close out everyone’s tab. She was on her way over to check on the woman with the silver hair when she noticed that she had left. She didn’t owe any money, so Jenny went on and wished everyone a good night as they left the bar. It was her and the cook in the kitchen that were left to close. It was Jenny’s responsibility to bus tables and clean up the front of the house. Dave, the cook handled the back. As she was cleaning, she found the woman’s notebook. She put it in the lost and found basket which was cluttered with sunglasses, gloves and other personal junk that had been left behind. When the work was done, her and Dave locked up and he walked her out to her car. Jenny appreciated this. Her and Dave had a good working relationship. He was a hard worker and made some amazing food to be served out of a corner bar. Jenny wondered how long it would be before he found a better job and some new creep would be in the kitchen closing with her every night.