Secrets in the Stands

SIENNA’S POV

I glanced at my phone and cursed under my breath. Five thirty already. The rugby match had started fifteen minutes ago.

"Sorry, we're closing early today," I called to the last customer lingering over his laptop. He looked up from his screen with the kind of irritation only caffeine addicts could muster.

"But you don't close until six."

"Emergency," I lied, already untying my apron. "