"She? Working here?"
The middle-aged car wash owner, with his sparse gray curls, looked Nina up and down with a mix of disdain and confusion. His gaze shifted to Betty, clearly asking, "Are you serious? Why bring me someone like this?"
"I can do it!" Seeing the man's doubtful look at Betty, Nina quickly stepped forward to defend herself. "I went to college. I can learn things fast!"
"And what did you study?" the owner asked, unimpressed.
"Art... But I can wash cars, really."
Nina's response lacked conviction. Not only was her degree worlds away from the job, but Betty had just given her a small tug on her sleeve.
"She's pregnant, so heavy lifting isn't an option," Betty suggested calmly. "How about sales?"
The owner scoffed. "Sales? With her standing here in my shop? I don't need a
