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November 15th, 2023

"FUCK!" I yell as hot coffee spills down the front of my shirt, soaking through it and burning my chest. I look up, and a pair of piercing green eyes stare back at me.

"You should really watch where you're going." He says, looking down at my soaked shirt. Taken aback, I clearly point out the now empty coffee cup in his hand.

"You spilled your coffee all over me!" I say, frustrated at his nonchalant reaction.

"Sorry, keep your head up." He jokes, picking up his feet and starting to walk away.

"Hey- you can't just- ugh." I groan as he walks out of earshot. I'd have to go all the way home and change. Just when I thought I'd be early to work for once.

I rushed to my car, shoving in the keys and speeding back to my house. The car has barely stopped moving when I'm already hopping out of it, sprinting inside to get changed into a new, dry shirt.

I walk into work 15 minutes late, completely out of breath as I rush to clock in.

"Sienna." My manager stops me "Where have you been? You were supposed to open this morning."

"I-I know, I'm sorry, something happened earlier and
I-" I start, trying to get her to hear me out.

"It's been one too many times." She sighs, "I can't rely on you, I'm sorry." My heart sinks at her words, I know what's coming. "We're gonna have to let you go. Please leave your apron on the hostess' stand at the front." She gives me a forced tight smile, as if she didn't totally just shit on my day.

I don't argue with her, I just hand over my apron and collect my recent pay check, heading out to my car where I finally let out a grunt of frustration. This never would've happened if I hadn't had coffee spilled all over me this morning. I dial a number into my phone, calming myself as I hear it ring.

"Hey, what's up?" Brock's voice sounds in the other line.

"I just got fucking fired." I exhale, clicking him onto speaker.

"What? What happened?" He asks, concern lacing in his voice.

"Some guy spilled coffee all over me this morning, and so I was late." I say frustratedly, recalling the events that had started this in the first place.

"Oh, shit. That sucks, Sienna. Sorry to hear that," Brock says, "How's the house doing? Did you get that heating problem fixed?"

Our childhood home was where I was living now, and although I was afraid to admit it to Brock, I couldn't afford it on my own anymore. We'd lived in that house since we were kids, before our parents split up. When they divorced, dad took the house and mom took off.

I was happy staying with Brock and my dad, and even when Brock moved out three years ago, I still loved living there, until the diagnosis. Two and a half years ago, doctors discovered a tumour in my dad's brain; stage three cancer. He lived another six months before he passed.

When he died, he seemed to take the joy from the house with him, and it hadn't felt like home for a long time. I'd been able to keep paying the bills with the money he'd had saved up, but I wasn't able to afford it anymore, especially now that I've lost my job.

"Yeah, I got it fixed." I reply, "Good as new."

"Perfect," He responds, taking a deep breath in, signaling his time to hang up. "Okay, I have practice pretty soon, so I'll talk to you later. I'm sorry to hear about your job, you know if you need help I'm one call away."

"Yeah, I know." I answer, "Thank you, Brock."

"Of course, bye-bye now. Love you." He says quickly before ending the call.

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