“As the customers start to die down, Lou approaches me.
“We’re slow right now,” he says. “Why don’t you go home for the day to save some hours?”
“Any chance I can stay?” I ask him. “I could really use some money right now.”
“Sorry, Sierra,” Lou says. “Can’t this week; I’m saving up to go on vacation. You can take your share of the tips and we’ll see you tomorrow.”
I look into the dismal tip jar. It is visible from the top that there is only about ten dollars inside. Sighing, I decide not to bother to take any and I go to the back, grab my purse, and head out the door. As I walk into the parking lot, a voice calls behind me.
“Hello there,” I look back to see that it’s the man in the black suit smiling at me. He is sitting on a green chair on the patio in from of the coffee shop, reading the paper.
“Thank you, again,”
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