Heart & Hustle
By the time my shift ended, I felt it everywhere. My feet, my back, even my head. The kind of tired that doesn’t go away with sleep.
“You good?” Tasha asked, already halfway out the door.
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my bag. “I’m straight.”
She looked at me like she didn’t believe it, but she ain’t push. “Get home safe.”
“I will.”
I stepped outside and the city hit me all at once. Cars passing, music playing from somewhere down the block, people laughing like life wasn’t heavy. DC at night always had energy, whether you had it in you or not.
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