When I arrived at Jamie’s bar, I could tell that Kat wasn’t lying about the bar being understaff for the night. It was close to opening time, but a lot of preparation tasks were still undone. The suit, shirt, and skirt that I had on made it hard for me to move about and speed was of the essence as the deadline of the opening time loomed over us.
“You’re finally here! Was the traffic bad or something? It took you much longer than I thought…” Kat complained the moment that she laid eyes on me.
She looked me up and down before scrunching her face up at the sight of what I was wearing. Office clothes were clearly not her thing.
“What?” I asked.
“You look horrible in that. Can you even move properly? Get changed, girl…” Kat said before rolling her eyes at me.
