Saturday Night-
Work
12:56AM
Dans Point of View
Walking down the stairs I grab my keys, wallet, and backpack with some clothes to change into. Suddenly, I feel a small vibration in my back pocket. Pulling out my phone I look at the illuminated screen, with a text from my dear friend, Cat.
Text Message:
Cat: Dan hurry up! Its YOUR shift and Nancy is killing herself in those heels stalling for you! YOU'RE ALMOST AN HOUR LATE!
12:57AM
Not bothering to respond I shove my phone back into my pocket. It will be faster if I don't respond.
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