The rest of my shift is non-eventful and I look up to see it is 4:10. I clear off my last table and go behind the counter. I pull off my apron and hang it on the hook.
"Max, I am going to go." I say in a small voice through the window and see his head pop up.
"Ok, baby girl. Nice work today. You wanna come in tomorrow?" He asks.
"Sure, Max, what time?" I ask.
"We do need help with the breakfast rush if you can make it in." He says.
"Sure, I will be here by 8:00." I say.
"Great, sweetie. Good to have you back." He says and smiles big.
I feel a little sense of self-worth as I hit the door. I actually feel myself smile a little as the fresh air hits me in the face. I am almost to the car when I hear the roar of an engine and the motorcycle pulls between me and my car. He is looking at me with a weird expression on his face.
"Get on." He says.
