"Um excuse me..." You tried to call one of the waiters; your voice dry because you were a little nervous. The waiter looked up and forced a smile onto his face - that obviously being a task all in itself.

He had dark flowing locks of hair, his eyes like sharp blue diamonds as the stern look slipped away from his features. The teenage male wore a white shirt, black pants, a basil-coloured waistcoat and a black bow-tie; looking slick and up to speed.

"Good afternoon and welcome to The Autumn Oyster, are you here for lunch?" He walked towards you, keeping a pleasant tone to his quiet voice.

"No. I'm here for the waitress part-time job. Is there a manager around, or someone I can talk to about it?" You replied shyly.

"Oh. That. Yeah, I suppose. C'mon then, I'm not gonna drag you to the office." The teenage boy rolled his eyes and motioned for you to follow him, stalking off towards the back of the room. Real nice guy.

You tagged along behind him, too timid to ask for his name or what it's like working here. He knocked on a wooden door, which had a silver plaque with the words 'Restaurant Manager' written across it. A lady opened the door, her serious facial features relaxing into a soft smile.

This woman had a sharp jawline, her facial curves and lines all delicate and smooth. Her golden heap of hair was tied back into a messy bun, her glasses rested on top of her nose and her eyes were a soft cornflower blue - much kinder looking than the other male's. She had pale pink lipstick on and a bit of mascara, but apart from that she was naturally pretty; her hourglass body and tall height making her appear angelic.

"What's going on?" She leaned against the doorframe, her arms folded gently.

"This chick wants the waitress job." The moody boy answered shortly.

"Yes! At last! What's your name, Hun? Oh finally, someone wants the job! What did I tell you - I knew it would attract someone!" The woman crowed in delight, punching his shoulder playfully as she whooped.

"My name's (Y/n). I'm 17, and I'm interested in your waitress position." You politely responded and she straightened up, trying to look professional.

"Very nice to meet you, (Y/n). I'm Amelia, but everyone calls me Amy. I'm the manager of The Autumn Oyster and it'll be a real pleasure working with you, I'm sure." She chattered; acting like a friend instead of the strict boss you were expecting.

"Here we go..." The boy groaned and acted dramatic, crossing his arms like a sulky child.

"Oh Lulu, must you be so mean?" Amy teased lightly as she stuck her tongue out at him.

"For the last time Ames, don't call me that!" He muttered and stormed back towards the main part of the restaurant - his fists clenched.

"Lulu?" You questioned in confusion, not understanding the peculiar nickname.

"Well his real name is Lucas, but I love to tease him. His reactions are always priceless. I'm sorry if he was a bit sharp-tongued towards you - he's not a people-person. Ironic that he works in a place filled with people, isn't it?" Amy chuckled and readjusted her glasses, ushering you inside of her office.

"I'll say." You bashfully laughed.

"Now enough about moody Lulu, let's get down to business shall we? I know paperwork's boring, but the sooner we do it the sooner you can work and the sooner we can get more acquainted." She sat down at her desk, getting out some papers as you took the seat opposite her.

"Right." You nodded and tried to remain calm, yet your hands were sweating bullets whilst they rested on your knees.

"Wait what happened to your hands? Are they alright?" She spotted the bandages wrapped around your wrists and grew concerned.

"They're fine, they don't even hurt." You told her patiently, wishing to get off the topic. You don't even remember hurting your wrists so the conversation fell flat; feeling awkward.

"So tell me, do you have any experience in restaurants? As in waiting on tables or maybe taking the orders? Any extra information would be greatly appreciated." Amy rifled through the papers as she talked, her glasses sliding down her nose by an inch.

"I don't have any experience...At least I don't remember having any." You tried your best to think, but your memory came up blank.

"You don't remember having any?" She repeated curiously, making you sigh.

"See the thing is...I have amnesia. I came out of the hospital yesterday and I was really hoping for a part-time job to distract me. I know this is shady and I have no experience but I can work hard and certainly try my best." You awkwardly admitted; growing passionate towards the end.

"Amnesia? Oh my, I'm terribly sorry to hear that. So you don't remember things at all?" Amy's face creased into one of concern and you shook your head.

"No I can, it's just that I can't remember anything from my past. People told me I've been missing for an entire year but I don't know what happened." You confessed.

"I see...and you really want this job, huh?" She rested her face on her hands, her eyes staring into yours seriously.

"Mmhm. It would really help me regain some balance in my life, considering I don't know my previous one. Getting a job and familiarising myself with Springwood would definitely get me back on track." You had confidence in your words and she nodded, passing you some paper. A job application form.

"Just fill that out for me then. You may not have experience but we can give you a trial day and we can see how it goes from there. That sound good to you, (Y/n)?" Amy generously decided as you picked up a pen from the black container on her desk.

"Yes! Thank you so much, I'll try my utmost hardest at this job - I swear on my future grave." You vowed gratefully, answering the questions on the form.

"Let's not get too depressing - you're not going to die on me are you?" Her bubbly joke melted the remaining tension in the room and brightened the atmosphere instead.

"Negative Ma'am!" You did a fake salute; causing the two of you to laugh warmly.

"Well I think we're all done here, the paperwork's all out of the way and everything checks out. Oh, wait! I need to give you your uniform, silly me. One second." Amy did a face-palm before leaving the room, fetching you the proper working attire. Once she came back she gave it to you, awaiting your reaction.

It was a black knee-length dress with a white collar and matching sleeves - the sleeves being elbow length - along with six white buttons on the front of the garment. It was gorgeous; even if it was merely your work clothes.

"I tried to guesstimate your size, so go home and try it on. If it doesn't fit, ring this number-" Amy paused to give you a small business card, "-and I'll help you find one we have that does. If it does fit, I'll see you tomorrow at five. Don't be late!"

"Alright, I will. Thanks again, Amy." You smiled and pocketed the card, watching her fold the dress neatly into a bag.

"No problem! See you soon (Y/n)." She kindly waved goodbye whilst you left her office, heading towards the entrance.

You were buzzing with excitement; you'd gotten the job and you could start tomorrow! Hopefully your mother would be proud. Maybe it wasn't a job she'd have picked out, but she'd be happy you had one right? All you had to do was scribble down orders, take them to the kitchen and then take the food and drink back to the table. It didn't seem very difficult.

When you arrived back home you immediately went to try your work dress on, pleased when it was a perfect fit. Amy had either done a very lucky guess or some skilful size calculations. But whatever she did you were thankful for the outfit, giving a twirl and looking at the dressing room mirror - which was showing your happy reflection. Hopefully work would go well tomorrow...