Not great

"This is bullshit..." Bill said as he made his way out the back door of the restaurant.

"What's the matter?" Stephanie asked. She was leaning against the wall, chest puffed out to show off her chest, and Bill was left thinking that showing off was her natural state if she defaulted to that sort of pose when she had been out here alone. She puffed on a cigarette, a bad habit a lot of the workers there had.

"I've barely gotten any tips tonight. This is one of, if not the, worst nights I've ever had."

"Well, you're still acting like a guy," Stephanie said. "Stomping around, carrying yourself... weird. It's a little... weird."

"I am a guy, Stephanie."

"Sure, sure," she said. "But the customers don't know. They'll expect you to act like a girl, right? Especially the guys, who are gonna be the easiest ones to get the big tips from," Stephanie said, winking. She took another puff of her cigarette before speaking again. "I meant what I said earlier. I can help you out, give you some pointers."

Bill wrinkled his nose. He really didn't want Stephanie's advice on anything work related. He could already imagine what it would be anyway. But... he couldn't deny needing money. Even looking past the immediate needs like new clothes that actually fit and the various sanitary products he barely even wanted to consider, he counted on his tips for rent and food.