Hendrix POV
"We're all locked up here." Says Nancy. She's smacking on a wad of gum the size of my fist, made of numerous pieces of gum. The many flavors and brands chewed together in a big ole ball.
I try not to let her show how grossed out I really am by her smacking and slurping on the bubblegum. I don't want to hurt her feelings.
"Alright. Have a good night!" I tell her, waving over my shoulder while I tear off my white apron in a hurry, ready to be gone. It's 2AM and I'm more tired than a dead woman, and I'll be sleeping like a baby tonight.
I have literature history in the morning at 8:30, so I have to be up and dressed as soon as I can. It's a fun class, lots of interesting things to learn in that field. Unfortunately, I've never met my actual professor since he's been gone the whole semester.