Olivia's POV
I wake up to my alarm blaring god I can't believe it's already morning I feel like I just went to bed. I pick up my phone to look at the time and it's already 9 am so I throw on my chic fil a uniform, put my hair in a bun and I'm out the door. I don't like my job honestly but the money is nice and my coworkers are cute so why would I quit. When I get to work I'm told I'm on iPad in the drive through thank god it's not too warm outside or I would literally kill myself.
The drive thru has been packed all fucking morning and I haven't gotten my break yet and my juul just died like seriously I know I said I wouldn't kill myself today but lowkey this is making me consider it. Today is my own personal hell and it's only noon dealing with asshole customers one after the other plus my manager breathing down my neck this shit is my actual breaking point! Then someone tells me to go take an order from a black Honda Pilot and I get to the window and oh my god it's him it's the hot guy from Jesus's place last night and he's hitting a juul this is my actual dream man.
Harry: so can I get a... oh hey it's Olivia right?
Olivia: uh yeah yeah we met at Jesus's.
Harry: yeah just last night ya know I never forget a face names though are a different story.
Olivia: haha okay what can I get you.
Harry: well I was thinking a chicken sandwich and um a coke.
Olivia: yeah okay cash or card?
Harry: oh cash here you can keep the change, so how long have you worked at chic fil a.
Olivia: a few months.
Harry: oh do you like it here?
Olivia: um sort of it's not a bad job I'm just tired and my juul is dead and idk whos picking me up from work today so I'm just stressed.
Harry: well what time do you get off, because not only can help you with charging your juul I could also give you a ride home. c'mon, what time do you get off?
Olivia: haha no you don't have to that generous but I'll probably get my friend to pick me up.
Harry: seriously why time do you get off?
Olivia: 4pm maybe a little later.
Harry: okay I'll see you then I'll park in the first spot over there.
And with that he drives away. I cannot believe he wants to drive me home god I hope he takes me straight home I do not wanna be in his car in my work clothes for long. God please let them give me a break soon I have to call Hallye.
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I live for you I long for you Olivia
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