Ella POV:
Okay, that was a close call.
Sure, I managed to escape my boss's full-blown wrath for being late, but only because Jason swooped in just in time to order something. One thing my boss obsesses over is customer satisfaction, and apparently, attending to Jason was more important than him chewing me out.
But let's not celebrate too soon. Just because I avoided a public lecture didn't mean I got off scot-free. No, my ever-so-gracious boss decided to add the hours I was late to the end of my shift. So, lucky me—I'd be closing tonight. Yay.
As if I wasn't exhausted already.
I adjusted my apron, making my way back to the counter, where the other waitress shot me a smug look before heading out. I couldn't blame her for leaving on time, but the sight of her casually grabbing her bag while I prepared for an extended shift? That stung a little.
