CATHERINE
“I understand you have a family emergency and need me to fill in your night shift” I said with an exasperated tone. “What I don’t understand is why I must dress like a 90’s hooker.”
Stacey rolled her eyes and flopped onto my bed. “It’s the south side, Cat. You walk in there with your cute little sundress and they’ll eat you alive.”
She pushed off the bed, admiring her work. “You have to look the part.”
I turned to her with a flat look. “I’m more surprised your boss let you get someone to fill in for you on such a short notice.”
She snorted. “Joe doesn’t care about anything but money.”
And she wasn’t wrong. The moment I walked into the bar, her boss didn’t even ask my name. Just rattled off the menu, pointed at the taps, and told me what kind of orders to expect. No small ta
