“What kind of event?”
“Live music! Liam’s gonna perform for our customers. It’s gonna be incredible.
Fine. I’m no stranger to chaos. Working in a restaurant teaches you to roll with whatever gets thrown at you.
I figured it would be like any other night, just with background music and maybe a few more customers than usual.
A few hours later, in waltzes Liam, wearing tight leather pants and sunglasses indoors.
He had that swagger that screamed “I peaked in high school,” but was trying really hard to pretend otherwise.
He looked at me, tilted his head, and muttered, “Steph, I’m on fire tonight! I’ll sing so well they’ll all cry!”
My name isn’t Steph, but okay. Rockstar energy.
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