Summer POV

“Should we be playing cards?” I asked, shuffling the cards.

Wren gave me a pressed smile, “You just don’t want to bet your tips for the night.”

I laughed, “Of course not, I need a new phone.”

“I need rent. Deal them Summer,” Hector rubbed his hands together.

I put my feet up on the stool this was the only opportunity I had to relax once the sun set we were all screwed. A lot of us anticipated great tips. I wanted to buy a new phone by Friday, and hopefully, I ...