Mijo Kuin
Mijo entered the restaurant with a grin placed on his face. He passed a few girls, giving them a wink, before he went into the back. He tied his apron around him and put his hair in a short ponytail. For some reason, women loved the ponytail. Mijo grabbed his silver platter that he carried around, his notepad and a pen that had about 10 different colors.
He ran into Brenda, huffing and puffing. "Someone get up on the wrong side of the bed?" He asked, aimlessly flipping a piece of hair. He knew he wasn't late, and Brenda knew it too. So she couldn't exactly yell at him. But she could, if she felt the need to, fins something else he'd somehow done wrong within the two minutes he's been here. Like, breathing maybe.