After a few seconds, she stands up straight and gathers her apron and water glass. “I need to go to bed. I have to work all day tomorrow and it’s late.” “Call in,” I casually suggest, even though I want to demand it. “I can’t just call in,” she lies. “Yes, you can.” “I’ve never missed a day.” “You’ve only been there three weeks. You haven’t had time to miss a day, and really, it’s what people do on a Saturday in New York. They call in to work and spend time with better company.” A playful smile tugs at the corners of her full lips. “And you are this said better company?”
Girl no!
