"Keeley? Keeley? Hey, what are you daydreaming about, Keeley?!" It wasn't until a hand reached over and waved in front of her that Keeley Hazell jolted, waking up from her daze.
"What's up, Lisa?" Even so, she was a bit distracted, and even glanced at the door, but unfortunately, the gentleman who had handed her his business card had already left.
"You've been standing here daydreaming for several minutes, looking as if someone had spirited away your soul." Lisa, who looked to be about twenty, watched her with an amused expression.
"Um..." Keeley searched for the right words, but before she could speak, a somewhat shrill voice came through, "What are you standing there, zoning out for? There's so much left to clean up; do you plan to leave it all to me? If your shift is over, then get out of here. We don't need people who don't work!"
With that, a larger woman carrying plates brushed past Keeley with a look of anger in her eyes, along with contempt and hostility.
