Just another day

Pushing the button on the silver coffee maker, Jasmine scratched her forehead before looking around the kitchen. Her small brown eyes darted to the black clock on the wall. It read 6:45.
Am I forgetting to do something?, she asked herself biting her bottom lip. Biting her lips was something she did whenever she was nervous or concentrating. When she was younger her mother had tried everything to get her to stop. Her lips once rosy and soft, were now filled with small black spots from years of biting. After staring into space, Jasmine bent at her waist to lift a rack of tall water glasses. Carefully placing the glasses next to the pop machine, Jasmine wiped the water that had sipped leaked from the faucet.
The kitchen door suddenly swung open and out strutted a stocky young man with cropped hair. Adjusting his black and gray stripped tie, the man ran his hand over the front of his suit jacket.
"Do you have your game face on today?", he asked glancing in Jasmine's direction.

"Why are we going to be busy today?," she asked. The corners of her mouth slowly began to rise. I can finally put a dent in my debt, she thought to herself.

"You should always be ready, the restaurant could be busy at any time," he said.
Rolling her eyes and letting out a huge sigh, Jasmine began to frown. I don't know why I get my hopes up, she thought to herself.
7:00 Jasmine murmured to herself . I guess I will just have to deal with another slow day, she thought. She pulled her wavy brown hair into a ponytail that hung loosely at the base of her neck. She grabbed her blue apron and tightly secured it around her waist. She took one final look at her reflection and forced a huge smile on her face. She began humming to herself as she walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room.