ANABEL'S POV
Chloe zoomed in on the lower-left corner of her phone screen. I squinted, leaning in, trying to make sense of whatever she was so fixated on until the blurry text finally sharpened into focus.
A small handwritten sign taped just inside a glass door.
Now Hiring.
I glanced between her and the phone. She said nothing, just watched me, clearly waiting for the realization to hit. And it did. Slowly, piece by piece, until my stomach dropped.
"Nope. Forget it," I said, shutting the idea down before she could even finish making her case.
Of all the places she could suggest, why there? Yes, I understood it just happened to be the one hiring right now, but still...
"But aren't you the one who just told me you'd take any job available at this point?" she asked, tapping the screen
