Mira's pov ...
I look at the clock and it's ten fifty pm.
ten minutes to the end of my shift.
Yet more customers stroll in.
Time to go, I whisper to myself.
I turn around and head to the back of the counter and begin to do my accounting and end my shift for the night.
"Am off Sam". I holler when I'm done.
"Nahra here yet?" Sam called back asking about my replacement.
"She will be. Soon" I respond and go to the backroom meant for the staff.
I hang my apron, change my shoes and pick up my back pack.
"Hey Mira!" Nahra greets cheerfully as she joins me in the backroom and begins to change.
"How's School?" She asks, rolling her long black Indian mane into a bun.
"Tough. But am coping" I say
"That's a good girl. First semester exams in a few weeks. Feel prepared?" She asks with a
