Fake smiles only work on people who rarely wear them. Olivia rarely faked smiles back in Kansas, but lately she had found little reason to form a genuine grin. Sure, two or three times a day someone at work could get a giggle out of her...but the perky girl her friends and family knew had all but disappeared.
As she clocked out of her shift and counted her sixty dollars, Olivia began to daze off. Things had changed in this restaurant, and she couldn't figure out why. Her colleague nudged her out of the way so they could ring in an order. Quietly, she slipped through the kitchen and out the back. Saying bye to people had become part of her fake routine; a routine she wanted to break. Lately she noticed more and more people sneaking out without a word. Was there something in the air?
Growing up in a house where everyone said goodbye and announced their plans, the lack of acknowledgment of someone's departure seemed abnormal and almost rude...and yet she had morphed into someone who didn't have sentiments either way about where anyone was going. She barely cared to know where even she was going.
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