Celia's POV
"Celia, you can clock out now," Jenny says from the office. I look at the clock in the kitchen and frown. I still have an hour left of my s**t. "You can get off early once in a while," Jenny says, probably seeing my confused and slightly disgruntled look. I look at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?" She asks, and I just shake my head with a small smile.
"Trying to get rid of us?" I ask with a drawl, and she actually throws a pen at me in response. I chuckle, walking over and pulling my apron off.
"No, you brat. You are so dedicated to your job and I am immensely proud of you, but your man just came home today and you still have worked your shift without complaint. I want you to go out there and enjoy him a little." I sigh. I had been thinking of asking if I could
