Jilted. Living in a glorified closet. The world's worst bar waitress. I just need to keep a roof over my head and make tuition payments until I can finish graduate school. Then my real life will start. But right now, long nights at the Speakeasy have me burning the candle at both ends and the wax melting all over my fingers. When a bar manager offers me a job taking care of his adorable five-year-old daughter, it seems like the perfect solution...