Chapter Eighteen | Sleep It Off (With Me)

♬ Blythe °

An hour later

“That’ll be...$30.16, please.” The young twenty something holding my and Sawyer’s greasy brown take-out bag, consisting of two Philly cheese steak sandwiches and a large order of crinkle cut french fries, peered at his receipt tapped onto the front of it as if to double-check my total.

Sounds about right; Eating out isn’t cheap.

I nodded agreeably and handed over a crisp $50.00 dollar bill. As we were making the exchange, he started unzipping the company owned bright red pouch around his waist. “How much back?”

I’d really like to thank this graveyard employee properly, but I don’t see a name badge anywhere.

I waved him off kindly with a small smile. “That’s all you, thanks for making the run so late. Have a good night.” Aside from a handful of nearby pizzerias, there didn’t seem to be many other options, and Sawyer loves this place so I figured we better go with i