Eve brought the food back to the service counter and mumbled an apology.

　　"That's the fourth table, Eve," the chef, Andy, said with a frown as he pulled the plates towards him to throw the food away.

　　He looked pissed off, and he was right to be. She'd wasted his time and the restaurant's money and she was only just starting the teatime rush.

　　"I'm sorry," she said again. "I'll pay for it."

　　She couldn't afford to pay for the wasted meals ...