Gabby started slow: bussing tables, refilling drinks, and stocking shelves. She shadowed a seasoned waitress, learning the ropes.
Then came time to work solo… thrown into the lunchtime rush – a tidal wave of locals and tourists, orders flying. Gabby felt overwhelmed.
Days blurred, and quitting seemed tempting. Then, a note appeared on one of her tables. She nervously handed it to you, her supervisor.
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2Fantasy Island
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07/12/2024
Fantasy Island
Creator
07/12/2024