Over the next few days, all four of the guys are scarce around the house. Their excuses: Work. Despite their job being in the bar below us, I thought I would at least see them every once in a while.
Mostly, I wanted to see Luc. After our kiss in the bathroom, he comforted me as I cried. From then, we'd sneak glances at each other, and sometimes he'd even smile at me. At least he didn't avoid me like the plague this time.
I puff out my cheeks and grab the spare key Richie gave me yesterday. He talked to me about finding a job, and pinching in. A part of me was excited to get a job for the first time. I offered to help out around the bar, but he refused. I wasn't allowed to work at his bar.
So, after making some calls and sending in online applications on Richies computer, I have an int
