ACIR HILLS
The group meeting for my repeat class ended half an hour before my shift at Moon Café.
On most days, I would’ve been relieved. However, today, I only felt exhausted.
Brent looked at me for another second, as though he wanted to say something else. I waited, but he didn’t. Megan and Patricia gathered their things without looking at me. Vincent didn’t say a word, and that was probably for the best. Ever since his inappropriate comments during our last meeting, I had made a point of avoiding him. I left the classroom before anyone could start another conversation.
My shift at Moon Café started in less than half an hour. I took the bus there with my wired earphones plugged into my ears. It had become a ritual to play piano music—something I could depend on. The familiar melodi
