Ella's POV:
"Ooh, it's you... so what do you want now?" I asked, not surprised that Jason had caught up to me and finally figured out that 'Elly' and 'Ella' were one and the same. The moment my boss had shouted my name at the diner, I knew Jason would be the first to notice and put two and two together. As much as he was a jerk—a narcissistic one at that—he wasn't stupid. I had learned that much during our study session at the library.
He walked closer, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, a smug expression plastered on his face. "I should've known it was you," he said, his tone dripping with amusement. "All that tough-girl attitude, the hoodie... but here you are, serving fries and wiping down tables."
I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral. "Yeah, well, we all have bills to pay."
