She guides a party of four across the room to her last open booth and offers menus, before weaving back—table to table to counter—never empty-handed. Delivering a check. Clearing food-stained plates. Depositing empty wine glasses into a grey bin behind the bar. Not one wasted step. Setting down a steaming platter. Replenishing water. Whisking away tablecloth crumbs. Her eyes scanning for needs until all is settled just long enough for her to pirouette. Shimmy past the discree