Sasha smelled like lemons and ginger, and it was not all that pleasant. It was already ten o’clock, and Jasper had just responded that he wanted to meet. She didn’t have time to go home and shower, so she scrubbed her hands in the sink at the back of the hut, hoping the industrial soap would be enough to rid her skin of the offending scent.
It had been a long, hard week. The rain seemed to be an angry spouse, always storming back into the room to punctuate their point with a massive downfall. The roof in her hut had been leaking all week, but she hadn’t had time to fix it.
Because when it was sunny, there were customers. And when it was raining, she didn’t want to get up on the roof and be a human lightning rod to find and fix the leak. She’d considered mentioning it to Jasper, who she s
