“Oh, god,” I think to myself when I see the look on Daisy’s face. “What did he do this time?”
“What happened?” I should have gone over there when I saw him talking to her. I knew he was up to something, sticking his nose in something that he shouldn’t be, but I guess I gave him the benefit of the doubt when I shouldn’t have.
“He told me to button my shirt up,” she says.
“He told you to… what?” I ask, genuinely confused.
Daisy nods. “He said it was too low. I buttoned it up, but he keeps giving me dirty looks now.”
I didn’t notice it before, but she’s got the collar practically buttoned to her throat. Usually, she wears it with a few buttons undone, like a lot of my waitresses do. For one, it’s way more comfortable. The collars are tight, and they’re a little scratchy. I’ve been meani
