Lyra POV I laughed at the comment, but the tension built in my shoulders. I hated when my need to run was apparent to humans, like my true nature would be blown at any minute. Louie shook his head with a snort. “Get outta here already. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” “Thanks!” I fiddled with my apron, and it landed with a clunk on the counter. Louie raised an eyebrow at me. I laughed sheepishly, pulling my tips from the pockets. Oh yeah, I kind of needed those. With a wave, I was out the door. I didn’t have a car, but luckily, I found someone willing to rent a small room over their garage a mile away. The journey was quick, probably because I ran for most of it. Once inside, I threw my tips into a shoebox I kept stashed under my bed. Not the best hiding place, but this tiny town wasn’t known for theft. And it was a hell of a lot safer than where I had spent most of my life. I peeled off my work clothes, leaving them rumpled in the corner. I didn’t bother to shower, knowing by morning
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