Chapter Four
Jessa
Sitting at the small desk in the back of Hamburger Hut, I heard a man asking, “Is Jessa here?”
Tammy sounded put out as she answered, “Are you serious, dude? Come on. She’s a busy person.”
I sat there, unsure if I should go out there to see who was asking for me. I didn’t want to step foot out there if some weirdo wanted to see me.
“Can you just tell me if she’s here or not?” he asked, sounding a little aggravated. “What are you, the Hamburger Hut police?” He sounded attractive, with a deep voice and a Texan accent. His voice sounded sort of familiar too.
“No, I’m just a potato sack-wearing girl with nothing better to do, you jerk.”
Potato sack?
I jumped up as I suddenly realized who she was talking to. Pushing the swinging door open, I walked out behind the coun
