Chapter 38
Genuinely curious, Samantha asked, “How exactly do you act like a bootlick?”
Layla was momentarily stunged. The art of bootlicking wasn’t exactly something that could be taught. It was just something people did. But seeing Samantha’s eagerness, Layla knew s had to come up with something.
“lust go along with whatever the other person wants
Are there any specific actions I can do?”
“Give gifts, buy meals, or—If all else fails–run errands for them.”
10h; I see!” Samantha took mental notes, determined to put these strategies into practice.
Lala reached out her hand for a high–five. Although she was slightly confused, Samantha obediently extended hers, giving Layla a high–five.
Layla was full of energy as she declared. “We’re going at this from both sides! One way or another, we’ll win him over!”
Samantha was hyped up and blurted our, “Heck yeah!”
Layla nearly choked laughing. She hadn’t expected Samantha to respond like that.
Balancing school and work won’t easy. Samantha had to cut back bar part–time hours to about a third of what she worked in the summer. That meant less money, but at least it was enough to rover het expenses.
At exactly 1:00 am, she slipped into the break room, quickly changed out of her uniform, and dashed out. She was worried that if she lingered, she’d get roped into working overtime
Just as she reached the entrance of the club, she suddenly remembered Layla’s advice–bootlickers would buy meals for people.
So, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Leonardo. “Are you asleep?”
She figured there was a good chance he was still awake. He’d been up at odd hours the last few times she’d messaged him.
Tuber surprise, his response came almost immediately. “No”
Samantha asked, “Want to grab a late–night snack? My treat
“Why?”
“I’m practicing my “asking for a favor antirade.”
And your idea is to drag some out for food in the middle at the night?“
Samantha stared at Leonardo’s reply and sensed that he wasn’t quite happy. She realized maybe calling someone out pat might wasn’t exactly proper etique
Feeling guilty, she quickly sent another message “Sorry, that was my mistake. I’ll meat you during the day insteadTM
Be he could respond, she swiftly retracted her initial request. Luckily, she could still delete that message.
Leonardo sett be a series of question marks
Samantha continued. Til treat you in the afternoon instead I don’t have any classes then.”
“Whether it’s a midnight suck order, want them all I’m coming on now due you at the club?”
it’s late now You really don’t have to come Let’s just do the afternoon. “
“War for me. I be there in 20 minutes”
Samanti was left speechless. She had a feeling he wasn’t actually reading her messages
But she decided to stay put and sent has a fihaï dosage. “I’ll wait at the bus stop across from the club.”
Then, she sat down on the long metal bench at the bus station.
