Ariel was tired.
In fact she was beyond exhausted. It was not a tiredness that could be cured by a few hours of extra sleep, or a full day of rest. It was something that had burrowed so deep into her bones it had reached her soul.
But despite that, she was once again at the food truck.
She wanted nothing more than to just pack up and leave, to go back to the penthouse and curl up under the covers. But she could not do that. The penthouse was where Tristan lived too. And being in the same environment where he lay his head at night would not be restful at all. It would only serve to add to her stress. So rather than going home... Ariel was at the food truck, serving customers.
"Your order is coming right up. Here you go, have a great day,"
"And what will you be having today? Ah, an excellent choice,"
