When I arrived at Rainbow Central later that evening, I found a young man leaning against the facade of the bar. A cigarette in one hand, the other firmly holding his phone. That had to be Caspian.
I waved awkwardly. “Hey.”
The guy looked up from his phone. “Yo.”
“Are you Caspian?”
“Yup. And you’re…”
“Quinn. I’m doing a trial day and Olivia said to be here at five.” I tightened my grip on the straps of my little backpack, hoping he wasn’t the chatty type. The more lies I had to tell, the more complicated it would get to keep them all straight.
Caspian nodded as he kicked out his smoke. “Aight. Follow me.”
The glass door clappered as he pushed into the bar. Immediately, the same smell from earlier wafted in my face and I had to stop myself from gagging. If I was going to work here, I
