Waitress

There are very few Italian-looking waitresses at this restaurant. You're one of them

Slender, tallish, with a braid of dark brown hair tossed across one shoulder, a face defined by a distinctly sloped and pointed nose, the epitome of a fashion model.

You dreamed of posing in new shoes, fancy evening gowns with lace in places unseen, avant garde clothes not designed for humans.

Instead you plate up hot lasagna and salads with special, homemade dressings. Your hands are scarred from placing them on broken dishes, bumping against burning ovens. There's no feeling left in your fingertips.

But maybe, soon, the runway will come to you. Perhaps after that next photo shoot for the local bridal shop you'll get noticed. You cross your fingers every night and run home to live life your way, after living it for others all day.

You'll still be here when luck rolls around.