Dakota’s POV I was sat in my dorm room alone; Lilian was at work. She’d got a job waiting tables at a small bar in town, having just turned nineteen, she was now old enough to serve alcohol in our state. She’d come back from the interview nervous as hell but excited, worried about carding people and not making any tips because she somehow tripped and threw a drink over the customers. I’d had laughed at her, calming her down before telling her that anyone who could walk in the heels that she sported to parties, would be fine walking around with drinks in her hands. Tonight was her first night and she had already text me to say that one table had tipped her twenty dollars. I was excited for her, by the sounds of her message. She was having a blast. I just wish I was brave enough to do the