When Pantsuit disappears back into the building, the girl screams into her hand, cursing in…Spanish? Though it doesn't sound quite right, but close.
"You should sue her," I say, making her jump and gasp, abruptly turning around to scan behind her until her stare lands on me. We're about twenty feet from each other.
"You…" She pauses. With the soft light above her head, that's when I get a good look at her and I realize that she was the girl from the auto-shop two weeks ago. The same one who applied at my club but got rejected. So she did end up working for the catering that I got for her—until tonight. I think her name's Malia. I don't come across the name that often. Actually, I think she's the only one I know with that name.
"How long have you been standing there?" she demands.
"Since you spoke to your ma on the phone."
She swallows, her ears turning pink. "You were eavesdropping."
