Clover unlocked the front door and we went inside. She turned on the lights and I followed her over to the drink bar. Clover didn’t want me behind the bar, which was understandable. I burned myself a few times when we were teens and tried to help out in the teahouse during one of the summers she was spending with Miss Tonya.
She worked on getting the machines going while I sat at the counter. People started coming in not long after. I was eager for the meeting to start so I could tell them about Zephyr. Even if people had been unwilling to put a rush on this before, the knowledge that there was a kid being held would make them want to hurry up.
It was always a little mesmerizing to see Clover work. She moved with confidence in the little space behind the counter. I was glad she came ba
