Not Your Average Shift

Some shifts are so routine you could write them in your sleep—until someone hands you the plot twist. It started as another predictable evening at the café, the kind that moves like clockwork. That’s when they walked in: a young couple sliding into their seats with the kind of energy that hinted at trouble.

The complaints started small. Each comment carried a sharp edge, quickly turning my shift into a test of patience. But what began as a difficult table took an unexpected turn. By the end of the night, I wasn’t just dealing with demanding customers—I was standing at the edge of a scandal no one saw coming.