Chapter ThreeBowen The door opens to the bar as a woman with dark cherry hair waltzes through like she owns the place. Her demeanor is tenacious and she’s carrying herself like it's her God given right to be here. She steps up to the bartender and asks him something, he turns his head and points at me. Fuck. Usually my manager handles the nuisance of hiring someone, but as of yesterday, I now have to deal with that again. Cherry Red walks straight to the table I'm sitting at as I read the receipts from last night's deliveries. "No." I state nonchalantly, keeping my eyes glued to the papers. "I'm not asking for a date, just a job." She responds with a sweet smile. Right, as if I'd date anyone, let alone her. She looks like a misplaced Princess, trying hard to not fit in. Studying her face, she’s young, like possibly not old enough to be here, young. “How old are you?” I ask, sitting back in my seat. I pray she’s over eighteen. “You can’t ask me that,” she says with a
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