Here, sit down a moment, take seven -- or thirty, or however much you need -- just give it all a rest, okay?
Give it all a rest.

Blonde hair is neatly tied into a low ponytail.
Her uniform is perfectly pressed, even if it's hardly new.
Her smile is generally sympathetic, even if it's genuine.

Her name tag
isn't like the rest of her.
It's scuffed up. Caked in dirt.
You can't make out anything besides her initials
and now that you really look,
she's covered in a thin
layer of
dust
like she hasn't moved in years.