Emma's POV 

It was a new day, and here I was at Marlowe again, back to my usual routine. 

Morning shift here. 

Evening shift at the lounge. 

Then repeat until I either drop dead or win the lottery. 

I hadn't been sent out on any deliveries today, so I was stuck serving customers inside, which was fine. At least I wouldn't have to run across town in the heat. 

Tying my apron securely around my waist, I was about to grab a notepad when a voice called out from ...