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7

Jimin pov

Jimin held out the bags of hamburgers and fries to the woman in the SUV.

From the sound of it, she had at least three hungry kids in there with her.

She looked frazzled and on her last nerve as she took the paper sacks.

He made sure to smile as he handed her the cup carrier with the sodas.

He thanked her and wished her a nice day. She nodded distractedly and drove off.

He glanced at the order screen on the monitor and then at the long line of cars. This time of day, it just didn't let up.

The next car to roll up to the drive-thru window was a Honda Civic.

Behind it was a black limousine. That was a mild surprise. It wasn't the first limo he'd seen in the drive-thru line, but they weren't exactly common.

Jimin glanced at the order screen overhead again, wondering what the limo people had ordered. He frowned.

Was that right? They only wanted a chocolate milkshake?

That hardly seemed worth waiting in line with all the heat and exhaust fumes.

Or maybe that was just him, sweating in his ugly polyester uniform.

As he pulled together the order for the Honda, he glanced at the time. Two and a half more hours and he would finally be off. Once he got home, he had statistics homework to finish.

And an essay on eighteenth-century English poetry. He was in his first year of night college.

Out of high school, he'd been forced to work two jobs to make ends meet instead of going to any university.

He was trying to make up for that now and get a degree.

It wasn't easy working food service and taking a full load at school, but he didn't see any other way to get ahead.

If he wanted his life to be better, he had to make it better. No one else would help him. No one else ever had.

Except for his mom, of course. That's why a good mom was an angel.

But she had passed away, and he was an adult and had to do what he needed to do to make it.

That's what she had wanted.

But he was also an omega wolf without a pack living in one of the most expensive cities in Korea.

One thing about being a lone wolf, it sounded a lot cooler than it really was.

There was no sense crying into his personal milkshake now.

He'd take a to-go cup of coffee with him for a caffeine boost for the coming homework.

That would need to get him through.

Jimin took the bags of burgers and fries and held them out to the teenager slouching in the seat of his suped-up Honda Civic.

The teen and his friends all had that jock look to them. Maybe football players, maybe wrestlers.

Jimin was a werewolf, so he caught the scents of sweat and the gym locker room on them.

The teen thick-jawed, with a wide forehead and insolent eyes didn't take his cup carrier with his sodas, even though Jimin was holding it out for him.

Instead, the guy took his time digging into the fast-food bag and shoved a handful of fries into his mouth. He was a slow chewer.

Jimin glanced at the line backed up behind the Honda. People were getting impatient. He could feel it. The line stretched around the restaurant.

It was just his luck. He had to work the busiest hours at this fast-food joint, and he wasn't a fan of working the drive-thru.