She rose from the chair, fli-flopped, sat again. Her eyes were doe-big and chocolately sincerity, wounded like a Bambi mom after the shot of his words. Her shoulders scrunched. "Nah, I get that. You should fire me. I was a flake, I'm sorry. But you don't want to hear all of my excuses either. I'm not trying to give that to you. Shit happened on Halloween, it was... weird. And then my mom, and..."
Deep breath, a warm look. "I'm sorry, okay? I want to be here. I want shifts if you'll give them to me. If I fucked you over too badly, I'm sorry about that too. I'll just eat and go because I'm starving and I get it."