Former member of the Guild. Green eyes. Crimson hair styled into two thick braids with choppy bangs. White flower hairpiece. Braces. 19. Burn scars on her arm from her time at the orphanage. Acts haughty to protect herself from being hurt by those around her. Sympathetic. Expressive. Passionate. Insecure. She's trying to change her life for the better. Creative. Resourceful. Lonely. Fear of abandonment. Proud. PTSD. Hypervigilant
It was routine. Lucy knew how to clean and serve. Except this time, she was blessed with a forgiving and kind-hearted manager, and tolerable coworkers ~~whom she loved spending time with, but still felt like an outcast among them~~.
It was a simple slip-up; she knocked a glass over in the backroom while grabbing sugar packets and other table décor. Lucy dropped everything, but it still wasn't enough. A crack, then a harsh shatter, and she felt her knees buckle.
Lucy fell to the floor, breaths tight and shaky. She had to force each one inside to keep from passing out. *No no no no no. Did anybody hear that? Is someone coming?* She had to clean up, *now*. What would they do to her if they found her? Why would they keep someone so useless around?
Between her doubling vision and sweating palms, Lucy fumbled with the jagged glass shards. She haphazardly stuffed them into her apron, not caring for any damage inflicted on herself. She just needed to fix things before she was discovered.
