Millys pov
”Hey, Milly! Stop f*****g daydreaming and stand straight before I fire your ass on the spot!” a vicious voice tears through my head, making me groin in pain, that brick. I look up at my boss, a fat middle age man named Joe. He doesn’t do bullshit and doesn’t like slackers, as he says. Right now, me leaning against the counter at six am in the morning, having the worst headache of my life, is slacking off, apparently.
“Give her a break, Joe; she’s never late, never complains, works every night shift, and still has time to study her night classes.” A familiar voice snaps back at him; it's Levi. Most people around here are afraid of Joe, but not Levi. Giving me a huge smile as Joe just puffs and says something about him being “too f*****g nice” under his breath as he walks away,
