The hum of the jewelry store lights was the only sound in the shop as Lucy’s shift came to an end. She had already cleared an early exit with her manager, as Renzo was with her today. A younger girl was already stepping in to take over her station at the counter.
Lucy walked into the back office—the manager’s cabin—where Renzo was fast asleep on the small couch, a half-eaten slice of pizza still in the box next to him.
"Thank you for letting him rest here," Lucy whispered, offering a small smile. Renzo had grown tired of playing in the playroom and was getting sleepy, so the manager had suggested she let him sleep on the couch in his office.
The manager, a middle-aged man with kids of his own, just waved it off. "Don’t mention it, Lucy. He’s a good lad. He fell right out after the secon
