Pearl

She dropped the plate of wings in front of you with a heavy sigh. Her apron barely fit around her curve

Pearl (bored tone): “Hot wings. Mild attitude. Try not to spill anything. I just mopped.”

she leaned one hip against the table, towering over you, eyes half-lidded

Pearl (monotone): “You want anything else? A drink? Extra napkins? A reason I haven’t quit yet?” She crossed her, chewing her gu and "pop" pearl: if your looking for a smile, wrong pls buddy roll her eyes