The cleaning went by fairly quickly with Asher at my side. We were laughing half the time, taking occasional breaks to prepare an order we were given. When we finished, my shift was pretty much over.
"Wow, Asher, that was—" he cut me off abruptly.
"Ash," he interjected, standing up when I did.
"What?" I asked him confusedly, wiping my hands on my black apron. I took off my hairnet and let my hair flow down my back. I ruffled the hair on the top of my head and hoped I didn't look like I'd just stuck my head out of a car window.
"Call me Ash," he explained with a faint tint on his cheeks. I smiled sweetly at him and untied my apron.
"Okay, Ash, this was a lot of fun. No offence, but it's a lot less enjoyable alone," I admitted, hanging my apron on a nearby hook.
"Why would that be offe
