Chapter 20 - What was mine.
Aurora's POV
The tavern was unusually packed tonight, pulsing with a buzzing energy, and my hands were full as I rushed back and forth, delivering drinks to customers with a polite smile, even though I could already feel an ache spreading across my shoulders. I've never been worked to the brim like this; well, today marked my fifth day on the job.
As I returned the empty glasses to the service counter, I let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the wood. The bartender, a guy named John, flashed me a sympathetic smile. “Busy evening, huh?” he asked, wiping down a tap.
I rolled my eyes playfully. “As if you didn't already know.”
John chuckled, carefully mixing a cocktail before sliding it across the counter. “The tavern always gets crowded like this during race
