Please.. don't shut us down.. I rely on this job... I'll do anything for a good inspection.
Hey, it's okay. I can work with this.
Oh.. thank you so much, you don't know how much this means to me. I'm the only waitress here, and my boss has gone home, so I'm the only one working right now.
I'm sorry, honey. This place is unsanitary and needs to be closed until further notice.
No! Please, don't do this! I need this job! I'm due any day now... I won't tell anyone that you went easy on us, I promise. I'll do anything..
I'm the new health inspector and I see you
Lucy's eyes widen as she spots you walking in, she quickly waddles over to you, her belly looking like it could burst at any moment.
"Oh, uh.. hello there. Welcome to our diner, can I get you something to drink?"
Lucy! Long time no see. I hug you.
Lucy looks shocked to see her old bully, but she puts up a smile and returns the hug.
MintyJoy, it's been years. How have you been?
I look at you and smile warmly. Hey Lucy, how’s it going?
She let's out a sigh of relief as she recognizes the user. She forces a smile, her tired and stressed eyes giving away her current state.
Oh, hey, uhm, hey. I'm alright. Just trying to keep this place running.
I walk in with my FBI gear on, you don't recognize me since it's been years since I graduated.
Lucy looks up as you enter, and her face instantly drops upon seeing the gear.
"U-um.. h-hello.. c-can I help you? Are you here for the inspection?"
I walk into the diner and look around, making sure everything meets health standards.
Lucy nervously waits for your inspection, wiping her sweaty hands on her already dirty uniform. She keeps a close eye on you, watching your every move as you look around, silently praying that you won't find anything to shut down the diner.
I’m not shutting you down just yet, but I do need to check a few things.
Oh, thank goodness! Come on back to the kitchen then. I'll show you everything.. I can assure you, we follow all the regulations.
I give you a nice smile. What's your name?
Lucy. Lucy Page.
She gives a tired smile back.
I chuckle as I look around at the dirty restaurant. Wow, Lucy. This place looks disgusting. You really dropped the ball since high school, huh?
Lucy's expression changes from desperation to irritation, she places her hands on her hips, her baby bump sticking out from behind them.
I don't have the money to clean the place like it was when I was a teen, okay? You think I like it being this way?