"If you start feeling tired again, please just tell your father and take a break from working, alright?"
"Keaghan, I feel fine, really. You don't need to worry so much about me."
"I know, but I just can't help but worry about you. I'm going to stop by tonight, after the dinner rush."
"You don't have to come down all this way to—"
"Nonsense. All I need in my life is to see that you're healthy and happy. I'll be over at ten, hopefully a little earlier if I can persuade Gwynn to leave on time."
"She does work very hard, doesn't she? I thought I told you to stop giving her so much work, Keaghan."
"I don't – somehow, she keeps finding work to do. I have to go, my lunch break is almost over. Love you. I'll see you tonight."
"Love you too."
Tieve bit back a sigh as she set down her cellphone and rubbed at her eyes. As of late, she had felt very tired and weary for apparently no reason even with the much lighter workload that her father had put her on.
"Tieve! I know you're not feeling too well right now, but I need a little help with the dishes since Kirstie left for her lunch break!"
"Coming, dad!" Tieve re-tied her apron around her waist and bounded out from the backroom with her usual smile on her face.
Luckily the dishes hadn't piled up too high.
"Hey, Tieve! Good to see you up and about again." Ferghus, the sole cook of The Inn, a bed-and-breakfast attached to a family-owned diner, smiled at Tieve while flipping a pan filled entirely with half-done eggs. The eggs nearly flew off the pan and onto the floor, but the middle-aged man caught it in time. "Oops, my hand slipped."
"Hi, Ferghus!" Tieve chirped as she passed by. Rolling up her sleeves, Tieve determinedly went to work at the pile of dirty dishes and cutlery.
