"Hey." His voice made her whole body stiffen, like as long as she didn't move, he wouldn't acknowledge her. Unfortunately, that only really works in the animal kingdom, but even then it's a pretty faulty defense mechanism so it was stupid of her to think that it would work in her situation. "Service doesn't start for another 10 minutes so you'll have to wait outside in line like everyone else."
Collins flicked her eyes up to look at Topper with a slightly stunned expression veiled over her face. He thought she was there to eat? Of course he did. She's not rich and she's not like him, why else would she be there? If she were wearing name brand clothing or lived in the next house over from him, he would've never assumed such a thing. Instead, she looked exactly like the kind of person who would come to eat there, and there was no shame to that, just shame in the fact that Topper was so quick to generalize Pogues as only diners and not volunteers as well.
"Actually, I'm here to volunteer." Collins replied apprehensively, dropping her bag down to rest against the wall. She held up the red apron Linda had given her when she arrived and pulled the neckline over her head before tying it securely around her waist. 
"Oh." Topper said a bit dumbfounded, looking her up and down and raising his brows like that was such a big shock to him. He turned to redirect his attention back to his friend, leaving Collins to steep in her inadequacy. "Shit, fooled me." He snickered lowly to his friend.
While she tried shaking off her hurt feelings and focusing on the task at hand, Collins started dividing spoons and tongs amongst the line of hot trays of food to use for serving. She began taking the lids off of each one, releasing all the trapped steam and scents out into the air. 
"That smells so rank." One of Topper's buddies said with his nose pinched dramatically between two fingers. "Look at this shit, it's disgusting."
"What do you expect, it's for Pogues." Topper replied snidely, using a spoon to poke at the biscuits and gravy with a revolted grimace. "Can't believe the kind of shit I have to deal with to please mother dearest."
"Same, my mom told me that it'd look good on my college application but she's close friends with the dean of admissions, so as if it even matters." The boy scoffed and just shook his head. 
As Collins listened to them, she resisted the urge to just scream at them for being such pompous assholes. How did they get off talking like that about people, about themselves, like they were so powerful? They had no right acting that way, everything that made them feel so high and mighty came from their parents. The only reason why they had the fancy things they did was because they were born into it and their parents bought it for them. They'd never worked for what they had because they would always rely on their parents to pave the way for them. And here they were, ridiculing those who were less fortunate than them, sitting on their pedestals and looking down at them as if they had anything better to offer. They came from such high class families yet their morals were no cleaner than the scum of the earth. 
If Collins were a different person, she'd tell them off right then and there. She'd do it until she felt her throat ache from the strain and until she felt like the vein on her forehead would pop. And she'd feel damn good about it. At least, she would for a split second afterwards, and then the realization would kick in. She'd realize that she'd probably just screwed herself over and would never set foot in the shelter again. She'd spend the rest of her days in the Outer Banks with a target on her back for disrespecting one of the oldest family names on the island and live to regret it.
Except she wouldn't really wish to take it back, she'd just wish she hadn't have done it so publicly because gossip spreads pretty fast around here. 
Once the doors opened and people began filing a line down the food table, Collins was finally able to drown out Topper and his friend's trying chatter. She handled the front half of the food, nearly stretching herself thin trying to cover all the pans while Topper and his friend manned one between the two of them. She was scooping scrambled eggs onto trays and drizzling syrup over pancakes, trying her best to keep up with the assembly line that seemed to never end.