Oriana’s POV
Today was the last day. My week was up. All my belongings could fit into one bag, and it waited by the door as soon as I closed up.
My manager didn’t understand why I was quitting, but I’d rather not explain anything. I had enough for a hotel room for a few nights, and the manager at the bar the other night gave me a standing reservation to keep performing there every weekend for tips.
I knew I’d be okay. Figure it out. I always did.
No, I didn’t tell Robin.
Why would I?
My lack of housing wasn’t his problem, and I wasn’t going to drag him into it. As far as he knew, I was job hunting.
I really liked Robin. He made my skin tingle and my stomach twist into all sorts of funny knots. We’d talk all night like it was easy. My attraction to him had grown past physical. Nonetheless, I cared too much to let him get involved with supernatural drama.