In the kitchen

Lauren stepped into the kitchen. There was the clatter of pots and pans and men yelling. Lauren hoped she could just slip through unnoticed, and meekly began creeping forward.

"Lauren?!" She flinched as a loud voice called out her name. Reluctantly she turned and saw the cook, the dishwasher and the fry chef all staring at her. They were all men, all older than her and all far below her stature in her mind... and they were looking at her in nothing but a tank top, jelly sandals and an undersized towel around her waist!

"What's going on?" The cook asked.

"Yeah, did you forget something?" The fry chef said, noting the towel and Lauren's exposed legs. The dishwasher laughed as Lauren's knees locked together, blush crossing her cheeks as her hand clutched defensively at the knot of the towel around her waist.

Lauren backed away, unable to look at her laughing, leering coworkers....