Bab 43: Bad Breath, Long Jacket and Rotten Teeth

Ella POV:

Finally, the clock struck the end of my shift, and I let out a sigh of relief. It had been a long day, filled with the usual chaos of serving, side-eyeing gossip, and of course, dealing with the Three Musketeers. They'd been relentless as usual, pestering me about going on another date. Honestly, I was starting to wonder if they had some sort of bet going on behind my back. 

Max, with his never-ending flirting, had the most to say. Dylan backed him up with his goofy charm, and Jason—well, Jason just sat there with that intense, unreadable look he always gave me, which irritated me even more. I managed to fend them off without snapping or agreeing to anything, but it took everything I had to stay cool.