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broken down on me. A hose blew and the car was overheating, or at least that's what the mechanic said. He also said it would cost me over two thousand dollars to fix it. Of course, I didn't have that kind of money laying around. The radio station only paid enough to cover my half of the rent and utilities; it left me very little wiggle room. I needed cash quickly if I wanted my car back. I could call my aunt and ask for a loan, but when I left home to take a job in a different country, I’d assured her I could handle it. Calling her now would only result in the infamous 'I told you so.’ A second job was my only option.
    Sparrows was a club we frequented almost every weekend; it was packed every night. Back Alley Sally bartended there and mentioned to Axel that they were looking for help. When I called him to ask if he knew a mechanic, I also asked if he knew somewhere I could find a second job.
    I kicked the car door open, confident and ready for my interview with Leo. Frank, the bar manager, was waiting for me when I arrived at the front entrance. He gave me a quick tour of the facility, showed me the six different bars the nightclub had scattered throughout the two-story building, and then led me to the back offices where Leo sat on the far side of a glass table.
    “Do you have any experience behind the bar?” he asked.
    I sat with my shoulders upright. “Yes, I was a bartender in college.” That was a lie. I had bartended one college party that consisted mostly of beer.
    “You'll have to work Fridays and Saturdays.” Leo squinted his eyes.
    “That works for me.” Marc and I had stopped seeing each other when I got bored and called it quits, so I had a clear schedule.
    “Be here tomorrow at eight.” Leo’s voice revived my distracted mind. “I'll pair you with Joann and she'll show you the ins and outs. Then I’ll need you to come in on a slow night so you can train at your own station.”
    I stood and extended my hand for Leo to shake. “Thank you so much. I won’t disappoint you.”
    I did a quick celebratory dance as I walked back to my car.
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    M y first shift at Sparrows was spent stationed with Joann. She had been working there for ten years and knew the bar like the back of her hand. What she had lost in those ten years was the ability to teach someone else to work behind the bar. She expected me to know how to place the bottles and which cooler contained the beer. After only the first hour into my shift, I was convinced it wasn’t the job for me—until a familiar face showed up.
    Sally was wild, spunky and carefree. She took me under her wing and taught me everything I needed to know about bartending. And because Sally had a regular following, it was great for tips.
    I’d worked at Sparrows for two weeks before I was given the bar to manage on my own. Tending to drinks was a lot harder than I’d originally thought. The variety of beers I had to learn, the names for some of the specialty drinks, and trying to remember what drink you were mixing while another customer shouted something different made it exhausting.
    I stood near the cash register, my eye on the dance floor. It was a Tuesday night, and the house deejay was making his way through the same playlist he had played the previous two Tuesdays. It was a quiet evening, good to practice the bar and how the bottles went, but a wasted night in terms of tips. There was no way I would make any money tonight.
    My cell phone vibrated in the back pocket of my shorts. I figured I was safe to answer it and slid the screen open. It was an incoming text message from Leslie.
    Leslie: Staying at Harry's tonight.
    Leslie was a sister to me, and I loved her, but her relationship with Harry was a mess.
    I slipped my phone back in my pocket and noticed I had a new customer waiting with his hands crossed on the bar. I lifted my head to greet him and realized it was Weston. Great . Just the person I wanted to see. Last time I saw him I was walking towards