The next morning, Erin was on me like a fly on honey. Blessed with having slept for more than five hours, she was buzzing with energy as she set up the stall in preparation of the day.
“And? And? How was it? Did you have fun? Did you meet someone?” she asked, bombarding me with her questions so fast, I didn’t even have time to answer all of them.
“I didn’t meet anyone,” I mumbled, trying to keep the pounding in my skull at bay. With a heavy head, I stacked oranges in a tower near the front of the booth, hoping the vibrant colour would attract a lot of people. There weren’t many clouds in the sky and the promise of sun and good weather would drive my business straight toward profit.
At least that was something to look forward to. Spending the rest of the day with a sight hangover was not
