Page 5 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Changes.

Rejection if they refused to hire her.

Bills piling up.

But surprisingly, with Coco at her side, she had a sense of empowerment. She could do this.

"The front door is locked." Coco leaned closer and tried to see past the newspaper plastered against the glass. "Do you think we should walk through the back like normal?"

"No." She raised her hand and knocked. "That would be trespassing since we don't work here anymore."

"I guess if no one answers, we can go home and watch for any activity around the place, and try to catch someone here." Coco played with the heart hanging from her silver chain around her neck. "Though, I was hoping to get this done and over with today."

"Someone is in there." She knocked again. "I hear banging inside."

Coco knocked with her, adding to the noise.

The paper inside tore away from the door, and a man's hand appeared. Then, a whiskered face pressed against the glass. A shiver tiptoed down her spine the moment the man raked his gaze up and down their bodies.

"I don't know about this," she whispered, not moving her lips.

Coco whispered back, "It's probably a worker."

The door unlocked and swung open. A tall man with dark hair and an almost full beard stood in front of them wearing a black leather vest and jeans. Lizzy swallowed, remembering the many bikers that rode down the street last night.

"Who are you looking for?" His gaze dropped again and remained at chest level.

There was nothing Lizzy could do to hide her body away from the man's inspection. Her clothes showed everything.

"Mr. Reeves told us to stop by today. We used to work for him at Burger Bistro. He was under the impression the new owner would be interested in interviewing us for a server's job." Coco cleared her throat. "Are you the new owner?"

Please, say no.

"Nah, that'd be Roar." The man stepped back and waved them inside. "Stay here. I'll get him."

The door closed behind them. Lizzy gawked at the changes in the interior. All the booths had been torn out. The counter moved to the other side of the room. A man worked on placing new boards on the floor. She looked down. The old stained tiles from the bistro were already gone.

"Holy, shit," mumbled Coco, grabbing her arm. "They must've been working all night."

"Sh." Lizzy leaned close, whispering. "It's those bikers from last night. You saw how many of them there were. What if they bought the place? I'm not working at a biker bar."

"Let's wait and see what this Roar guy says." Coco glanced at her. "Did you read the back of that man's vest?"

She shook her head.

"Slag Motorcycle Club. Have you ever heard of them before?" asked Coco.

"No." There were a few biker clubs around, all of them widely known around the area.

Because everyone knew those bikers, she wasn't feeling confident about getting a job here. From what she'd read and heard, trouble followed bikers around, and they were usually the point of interest in the crimes that were reported.

The man returned, carrying two bar stools. "You're supposed to stay. Roar will be here in a few minutes. Go ahead and have a seat."

"Thank you." Lizzy looked at Coco when he left, unsure if bikers leaned toward formalities but thought it was better to be polite than ignore him.

Neither one of them tried to get up on the stools. Even if she could manage it without a table to hold on to, her dress would probably split down the back.

Biding her time, she watched the man on his hands and knees using some kind of power tool that made a loud pop each time he pressed it on the floor. She wouldn't be surprised if he completed the job within a few hours at the speed he was going.

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