NATHAN’S POV
“Hey, donkey, do you have any more of these iced coffee?” Alastair asked and slid the empty bottle towards me, her eyes staring blankly as if her mind was already wandering off somewhere as per usual.
I just sighed and grabbed another one of those bottled iced coffees from the cold storage and handed it to her, fixing my jacket that I had slung on her shoulders to keep it from slipping off of her.
“Sit over there and try to get some sleep. You look tired.”
Alastair just chuckled. “Do I?”
It was a slow evening. People came in and out of the store but only about a fraction of them had actually bought something. Now normally, that would be good for me because it means I’d have more time to read and finish my homeworks. But considering how the sales are still way behind Bryce
