{CHIARA}
"You wanna get out of here, Lara?" my boss asks with a ridiculous smirk across his face, one that I've become all too accustomed to over the past few years working in his run-down bar.
He's called me Lara since the day I started, and after telling him a billion times that my name is Chiara, it eventually became a running joke. Since then, the name has stuck.
"I thought you needed me to close," I ask, positive I was on the late shift tonight.
"You sure?"
"Nah, it's all good. Give yourself an early night, " he says.
"It's quiet. I'm gonna close up early."
"Positive. Finish up what you're doing and get out of here, " he says, reaching for a discarded glass on the bar. "Hell, maybe even enjoy your weekend for a change. Fuck knows you need it."
