The pub had mostly emptied, and only a few customers remained at the bar. Vessara was in the staff room, packing up her things from the locker.
"Vee," Hairy called out as he approached her. He had a white envelope in his hand.
"Yes, Hairy." Vessara grabbed the last of her items, a notepad, and stuffed it into her backpack. Then she turned to face him.
Hairy held out the envelope to her. She took it. Vessara opened the envelope and looked inside. She pulled out the cash and counted it. But it was more than her usual pay. Then she looked at him, confused.
"I think you made a mistake, Hairy," she said.
Hairy cleared his throat. "It's not a mistake. The extra is for the overtime you have spent at the pub in the last two weeks."
Vessara sighed. "You didn't have to pay me for overtime. I offered to help out." She took out the extra cash and held it out to him.
Hairy pushed her hand back. "Accept it," he said.
"No. You don't have to do this. Really, Hairy—"
