Summer POV

One Week Later

“Are you sure about this colour, Ezra?”

“What’s wrong with red?”

“Nothing, but red everywhere?”

He wanted red booths, red lights for nights and red wallpaper. It’s too much. I had to fight him on the uniforms and draw the line at red wallpaper.

“Okay, fine, maybe we can dial it back.”

“Aside from your little obsession the bar’s going to be great,” I said, slipping under his arm.

“Wait, do I still have a job?” I asked.

Ezra snickered. ...