I waited the entire Saturday with caged breath for the boss to show up. For Olivia.
Would she hate me for seeing her so vulnerable? I hoped not.
I dried a balloon glass and placed it back in the cupboard. After only a couple of days, I was getting the hang of the flow. Washing dishes and wrinkled hands were no longer a foreign thing. I was starting to memorise the prices of the various drinks and remembering the place of everything.
I refilled my little bowl of beer nuts with the designated metal scooper and nibbled on a peanut. I’d been stress eating all day and at this point, I just wanted to get it over with.
The door opened again and my gaze was immediately drawn.
Not Olivia.
I breathed a sigh of relief as a man approached the bar. He shot me a strange look and instead of waiting
