"Brenna! Break's over! Get your ass back in here!" Brenna Rayne dropped her cigarette on the ground and snuffed it out with the toe of her worn, brown cowboy boots. She let out the last puff of smoke she was holding before she sighed. I hate this job, she thought, opening the heavy metal door that led back into the pub. The smell of a deep fryer mixed with bleach hit her like a wall, assaulting her senses. She walked quickly from the back of the kitchen, toward the front, throwing her hair back up into the ponytail she usually kept it in. She grabbed the order pad off the counter and pushed through the wooden, double doors into the crowded dining area. She turned to her right, looked at the customer at the table and put on the best fake smile should could manage. "Hi there, has anyone taken your order yet?"