Drasa POV
The clink of the last glass I shelved echoed louder than it should have. Maybe it was because the bar had finally gone quiet, or maybe because I was just exhausted from pretending to be okay for hours.
My wrists ached, my back throbbed, and my legs were screaming for a warm bath and a reason to rest.
“Night, Drasa, don't forget to clock in tomorrow.” Amelia said with that cheeky grin of hers, flicking her towel at me before she disappeared into the storeroom. I managed a tight-lipped smile and waved.
I didn’t feel like talking. Not even to her. Not tonight.
Pulling off my apron felt like shedding a second skin. It still smelled like stale whiskey and cigarette smoke. I crumpled it into my tote bag and stepped out into the cold night air.
The streets were mostly empty, jus
