Taking a couple steps towards her, he stopped just far enough to lean in and speak at a volume that only the two of them could hear. "You think I don't know what you and the bus boy do back there?" Despite his whisper, Collins heard it like he'd screamed it at her. It was almost more terrifying than if he actually had, but only because he was so freakishly calm about it. If he knew, then why hadn't he fired her already?
"Look, I'm sorry. I'll get my stuff and I'll leave. You don't have to pay me for my shift." She moved to retreat back to the locker room where her stuff was held, but gasped as her wrist was caught and she was stopped in place. 
"It's okay, Collins. I'm not angry with you." She could feel his breath on her and she didn't like it. Every time she felt like his grip had loosened enough for her to pull her wrist away, it tightened around her again. "I just was hoping to get a little goodbye from you before you leave me for the school year."
More like forever. Like hell was she coming back to work for him. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think to bring anything. I don't have anything to give to you." Why was she still apologizing? She had nothing to apologize for. Old habits really do die hard. 
"That's alright." A chilling smile tugged on his lips. "You can just thank me the same way you thank your friend."
Collins stared at him in disgust. For how creepy he was, she honestly didn't think he'd ever have the balls to ask her something like that. Clearly, she was horribly wrong. Ripping her wrist out of his grasp, her lip curled into a snarl and she spat, "I'd rather clean shit out of the bottom of that disgusting pool than touch you like that."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" He shot back, his eyes narrowed at her in slits. 
"Nothing." Collins said through grit teeth. "You are worse than scum. I put up with a whole month of your repulsive remarks. I'll be damned if I spend another minute here with you."
Just as she spun on her heels to leave, two hands palming her ass made her twist back and send her fist flying forwards. No judgement, no thoughts, just pure, raw, reactivity. Her knuckles made contact with his nose and immediately, a spray of blood came gushing out of his nostrils. While he stumbled back in pain, clutching his face to try and stop the bleeding, Collins watched him without an ounce of remorse. She'd torn her own skin in the process and her hand hurt like hell, but it was so worth it. 
"Bitch!" He yelled at her. If they hadn't gotten the attention of everyone around them, they definitely did now. All the women could do was watch while Collins walked away and her boss remained where he was, the bottom half of his face and the collar of his shirt completely covered in blood. 
"Watch your fucking kids. This place is run by a pedophile." Collins called out behind her, wasting no time while grabbing her things.
As she emerged out of the locker room, she looked around at the bystanders before her eyes landed on her pathetic boss. He was angry, but ultimately, more so that his ego had been crushed than her actual rejection of him. For her final parting gift, Collins held up one hand and flipped him off, the last message he would ever get from her. 
So in actuality, she did give him a goodbye present; a bloody (possibly broken) nose and the finger. He can't say she never gave him anything now. 
Once she'd made her way out to the parking lot, Collins was ready to begin her walk back home when she heard a voice yelling behind her. "Ride safe back to the cut!" She scowled, half expecting to see her boss when she turned around, only for her eyes to land on some total stranger. "That's right, JJ, get out of here!"
JJ. The sound of an engine rumbling in the air perked her up immediately, knowing that it had to be his bike. She picked up the pace to try and catch him before he could speed off.