All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 11

Eleven

Ava

I’ve avoided looking at them all night, though it was hard. Even though they sit in a corner booth, they’re larger and louder than life. I almost think they’re laughing about me.

I don’t regret what I did this morning, but I hate to be the joke. If anyone asks, I’ll just say that Roan has a tiny dick. He’ll get a kick out of that—or not.

They are the last ones to file out the door, waving at Micah on the way out. Once the door shuts, I finally feel like I can breathe. Micah doesn’t say anything while we clean up and wipe the tables down. It is like he knows I need a moment of quiet, a moment to myself.

Once I’m done putting the tables up, I grab my keys. “I’m out.”

He puts down the rag. “I think you need a day off. Take tomorrow off. You need some rest. You’ve been working hard.”

“I was going to ask you if I could have tomorrow off because Dillon invited me to the river party.”

His eyes widened for a second. “Interesting. You’re not a partying type of girl.”

I sigh. “Dillon doesn’t know many people, so I’m going to go with him, introduce him to others, and go home. But thank you for letting me off. If it gets too hectic, call me.”

He waves me off. “Have fun.”

Am I really going to have fun?

Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.