I slammed down my serving tray, storming through the restaurant’s kitchen. I didn’t even care (for the most part) that all my co-workers were now staring at me. So what? I’d had enough. They were all catty witches anyway and I was ready to quit. Riley was at my elbow in a second. “What’s going on?” I opened my mouth, ready to rat everyone out. But Porcha cut me off, accusing Riley, “You give her all the good tables and do whatever she wants because you have the hots for her.” Huh?! My jaw dropped. Literally. Riley had the hots for me? What a joke. The truth was so totally the opposite it wasn’t even funny. Not even slightly. Riley only gave me the waitressing gig as a favor to my boyfriend, Finn. If they hadn’t been best friends since like, preschool Riley would have laughed in my face when he learned I needed a job. “He does not have the hots for me!” I snorted. “The guy hates me.” “Jones! I don’t hate you.” Riley sounded surprised, completely baffled by the mere idea.
