9

Grabbing coffees and running errands for your boss wouldn't be too bad if your pockets were overflowing with cash. Too bad that dream remains a dream.

"I know, I know." You shake your head. "But I had slim pickings."

"I'd give you a job here in a heartbeat if it wasn't minimum wage." Marwa frowns with pity. She looks back to Hakeem and waves the notepad in the air between them. "You can have this when you're home. Now, serve. Please."

Marwa disappears back in the stockroom, the sound of the clinking bottles re-emerging as the door closes.

You smile your best at Hakeem. "You can show me the rest of the script another time. I'll even practice lines with you when it's all done."

Hakeem practically inflates, joy spilling out of his face.

"Sounds good!" He smiles, settling back on his stool. "So, what can I get you?"

Living in the proximity of the capital is enough to stress your bank account on the daily, leaving you pretty skint. A quick peek at your wallet, you find only £20.00 on hand for the rest of the day.

So, what will it be?