Eowyn’s POV:
When I arrived at the diner, I saw Joe, my boss, park his car beside mine. Typical.
"Great, the devil is here to watch us work," I muttered under my breath as I grabbed my bag and headed inside.
The faint hum of fluorescent lights greeted me as I walked into the locker room.
"Hey, Eowyn," Kate said, flashing me a tired smile.
"Hey, Kate," I replied, setting my stuff down. "Did you see Joe? He's here."
Kate groaned. "Yeah, I noticed. Guess we're in for a long night."
Usually, the diner closes at 11 p.m., but when Joe decides to hang around, he finds ways to keep us working later. The man’s a jerk—no question about it.
Thankfully, tonight hadn’t been too busy. If it had, Joe would’ve stretched our shift past midnight just for fun.
By the time the last customer left, it
