Kate’s POV
The sun was setting when I stepped into a close diner. It wasn’t much, just a run-down little place with shining neon lights and cracked leather booths. The smell of cheap coffee and fried food clung to the air, mixing with something stale. I hated it, but i didn’t have a choice.
I needed money.
The thought of going to Kelly made my stomach churn. I would rather scrub floors than beg her for a single cent. I squared my shoulders and approached the counter. A baldman with a thick gut leaned against the register, flipping through a newspaper. His name tag read Tony – Manager. He didn’t even look up.
I cleared my throat. “Excuse me.”
He grunted. “Yeah?”
I hesitated. God, this was humiliating.
“I need a job.”
That got his attention. He lowered the paper and rea
