บท 91: Jason At My Door

Ella POV:

By the time my shift ended, Max and Dylan were still camped out at their table, chatting like they had all the time in the world. I glanced at the clock and then at them. Nope. Not my problem anymore.

Doing what any sensible girl in my position would do, I grabbed my bag, clocked out, and slipped out through the back door. Let someone else deal with those two idiots—they weren't worth another second of my time.

Finally, a moment of freedom. The cold night air hit my face, and I let out a long sigh of relief. After a day of bratty customers, my boss breathing down my neck, and those two pestering me like it was their life's mission, I deserved some quiet. No, I earned it.