I push open the heavy, solid oak door and am greeted by a pixy-sized hostess with spiked, lavender hair.
“Table for one?” she asks me brightly.
“No,” I reply nervously. “My name is Kiara Sands. I'm supposed to start work today.”
“Oh! You're one of the newbies!” She says warmly. “I'm Megan. It's a pleasure to meet you. The other two are already here. I'll show you to their table.”
Damn it! I'd been so sure I'd make the best impression by arriving first, and here I am, the last of the apprentices to report for our first day.
Megan seems to sense my disappointment. “Don't worry. Paul doesn't give a s**t how early people show up. As long as you're here when you're scheduled, you'll be fine. And you haven't missed anything. The other two have just been sitting alone since they got here,” s
