Once I’ve clocked in at the Starlight Loung, I race to the bar, tying my apron around my waist as I try to catch my breath. “I’m so…sorry…I’m…late.”
Lamont looks up from his planner as he sits at the bar, raising a concerned eyebrow. “Is everything alright?”
“I ended up…” I place my hands on my hips and take in a deep breath so I can speak better. “I ended up with a flat tyre, so I had to catch the bus. I’m so sorry,” I apologise profusely.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to stress yourself. I was starting to worry because you’ve never been late. You’ve never even called in sick before.”
“I swear it won’t happen again.”
He reaches out placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “Nalani, relax. You’re not in trouble. Just next time throw me a text to let me know you’re going to be late and it
