A sigh escaped Charlotte’s lips as she took off her apron and changed into her regular outfit, officially done for the day.
Having received tons of messages from Rachael asking her how her little talk with Wilson went, she only felt more exhausted which resulted in her leaving all of the messages on read. She was tired from everything and just needed a break.
“Charlotte,” Marcus, the restaurant’s manager strolled into the kitchen as she grabbed her bag. “There you are. Heading home already?”
“Yeah,” she replied with a nod. “Why? Is there something else for me to do?”
“No, not at all,” he replied her. “I just wanted to check up on you. I noticed you’ve been looking oddly down the whole day.”
Was it that obvious? Had Wilson managed to mess with her head so much her whole coworkers had n
