I can’t lose this job, I just started working here last month, and I don’t have enough savings. I spent most of my savings in our new apartment. My car still in the shop. I can’t let Tyler spend his money on me.
I brew coffee in the latest coffee machine in our cafeteria. I drum my fingers on the countertop while waiting for the coffee. Someone clear a throat at my back.
“Ben, want a cup of coffee?” I offer.
Ben is cute—has a face and has a body like a ramp model, six-foot and one-inch tall and who always wears a three-piece suit.
“Yup. Thanks!” He moves closer to me.
”We’re planning on going to the newly opened bar at downtown tonight, wanna join us? Bring someone with you,” he says.
I can’t remember the last time I went to a bar. ”Can I call for a rain check?”
“Sure. I’ll send you
