LEXIE
The days started blending together in a strange but steady rhythm. Mornings at the drug store, afternoons helping around the bar, evenings trying not to think too hard about how long I had been in Harlow already.
Mr. Harlan was slowly warming up to me. One afternoon I was restocking the allergy section when he came over with his usual grumpy face.
“You put the cough syrup on the wrong shelf again,” he grumbled.
I turned with a sweet smile. “Did I? Or are you just testing if I’m paying attention, boss?”
He grunted, but his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Smart mouth. You’re lucky I like smart mouths. Most girls your age just stare at their phones.”
“Phones are boring,” I said, placing another bottle neatly. “I prefer talking to people who actually answer back. Even if they grumbl
