“You can go home, if you like,” Caspian offered as he wiped the bar and tidied away some of the glasses. “I think we’re pretty much done.”
“Umm…” I shot a look past him, at the fridges where Olivia was restocking. I’d hoped for another moment with her, but the bar had been uncharacteristically busy. Of all days I just wanted to flirt with my boss and not work, I busted tables and took orders like never before.
My back was hurting and my body was aching for a rest, but I couldn’t tear myself away from this place. Plus, I didn’t want to risk running into my Dad again.
“I can keep helping,” I said, earning a chuckle from my colleague.
“I see how it is.” He leaned in closer, whispering conspiringly. “I’ll go sort out some crates. Maybe you can help the boss with the fridges, eh?”
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