"It was a mistake, I'm sorry" she sounds genuinely sorry...

I hadn't heard what her manager had said to her. I hadn't paid her much attention at all when I had walked in a few moments ago and placed my order. She was black. She was behind the register.

The order was a little awkward, but I didn't think much of it; I haven't ordered fast food in a long time. I didn't know the order number, I didn't understand at first what she meant when she asked what size I wanted. I faltered for a minute and then muttered something about, "Oh for the fries and drink?" She then said something about an apple turnover and I stood there puzzled for have a beat before I decided to ignore her comment and just say "Small". She took my name and I sat down. I wouldn't have ever given her another thought if it weren't for that slight break in her voice when she said she was sorry.

I look at her again now from my seat with my sandwich in front of me. She's young. She has short tightly curled hair and glasses. Behind those glasses I can see that she's struggling not to cry. She ducks away from the register for a moment, but she hurries back. Soon there are more customers.

"Hello." She says, there's a slight hesitation as she struggles to completely compose herself. No one would notice if they weren't looking for it.

I go on with my sandwich, I wonder if I should say something when I leave. "Hang in there, kid. It gets better". But I don't. I don't want her to have to worry about the creepy old guy in addition to whatever else is going on. But I do wish I had a way to let her know that someone noticed. For a few minutes someone cared...