Charlotte Sanguinite
The thunderstorms continue for a few days.
Rainy weather usually means less business at the cafe since people don’t really like to venture out of their homes or offices with such downpours in the cards. We mostly have takeout orders and a few remote workers who’re huddled in the corner booths, fueling themselves with coffee and snacks every couple of hours.
I check the time and sigh.
Shelby is out sick, and Gina has a doctor’s appointment. Jazz just slipped out to hand in her thesis and told me to close up without her. It’s around 6:45, and I’ve already cleaned the whole place. Robert told me he’ll be in a meeting tonight, so I have to head to the animal shelter by myself.
I haven’t gone there since Arabella attacked me one week ago, but I’m feeling more stable no
