Chapter 4

I think my boss was really weirded out when I turned in my resignation.

It was hard to tell though - he was already kinda surprised by my outfit when I walked in.

My job was at a theatre, not like a fancy office or whatever, so no one ever wore business-wear or anything like that. But I guess I’d never actually come into work wearing a short pleated skirt, knee-high socks and a cut-off T-shirt before.

His eyes kept darting between me and my resignation letter. I’d gotten Mom to help write it; she knows the kind of thing that grown-ups want to read in those kind of letters.

Honestly, she wrote most of it. I signed my name at the bottom tho, when she was done.

“Well, uh,” he stammered when he was done. “We’re going to miss you, Tiffany.”

I don’t think he even noticed that he licked his lips while saying that.

“Call me Tiff,” I said with a smile, and he nodded in response.

Before I left, I couldn’t help but give him a big hug. He was almost thirty, and so I guess he’d always been a bit like a father-figure to me.