Most cafes aren’t like this, I swear.
No one feels the cold,
Only the breathable air of the A/C.
With pasted smiles
We work our way through customers.
Our shoes squeak on the linoleum
As we try to sneak unnoticed.
Our palms are cracked from detergent.
After working hour shifts,
Our cheeks sore from the
The scent of soap suds
Starts to stink.