Veronica POV
“So, how did you sleep?” Rosemary, the owner of the little diner, asked her the next morning. Today was her first shift, and to say she wasn’t enthusiastic was an understatement.
“It was okay. The mattress is a little on the hard side though, and I’m more into like Egyptian cotton, but whatever,” she waved her hand like a queen granting mercy.
Rosemary blinked. “I’ll make a note to order you a royal mattress.”
‘If it doesn’t matter, why are you bringing it up?’ Simon asked, standing to her left, arms crossed. Veronica didn’t even turn her head. She just ground her teeth and smiled tightly at Rosemary.
“You okay?” the woman asked, looking mildly concerned.
“Oh yeah. Just adjusting to… all the joy of minimum wage life.” Veronica flashed a toothy, fake smile. “So fun.”
Sim
