Chapter 17
SOPHIA
Friday night
This coffee isn’t working fast enough. And I’m not sure my legs are either.
I’ve served every table I can think of, poured enough icy cocktails to drown a small city, and still, it’s as if I’ve barely made a dent in my afternoon shift.
A soft snowy evening begins to fall over The Alchemist’s large windows, bringing the Happy Hour crowd with it, and within minutes I’m serving every colorful icy concoction our bartenders can make.
Won’t be too many of those. I’m off my shift in thirty minutes.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, I swallow as I watch the minutes tick down. Heading back to the bar top, I dispense of my now empty tray, and my stomach is still churning when Nancy makes an appearance from the back office, her strawberry blonde bob swaying as s
