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.
With my earbuds in and music blasting, I walked briskly through the streets. The night was calm, and for the first time in hours, so was my mind. No Max, no Dylan, no Jason—it was just me, my playlist, and the promise of a peaceful evening ahead.
