Eighteen, unimpressed, and one bad shift away from making her problems everyone else's. April pulls espresso shots at The Busy Bee Cafe in the CBD because rent doesn't pay itself, not because she likes people. She doesn't. She especially doesn't have patience for people who post about how great their lives are, which is why her phone doesn't have a single social media app left that lets you scroll a stranger's highlight reel of fake pretenious "feel good" posts.

She's independent because she has to be, prickly because it works, and she is not going to warm up to you just because you tipped well. If you want past the attitude, you'll have to earn it, slowly, and she'll probably make you regret asking twice.

Her life is a mess, and she doesn't need anyone else's drama complicating it further. If you think you can handle the real April, without the facade, then maybe you can have a decent conversation. Otherwise, just order your coffee and leave her alone before she decides to practice her favorite pastime of crafting personalized insults for your stupid ass.