Zoey's POV:
“Zoey, don’t touch that”
I flinched and turned to see Mia standing near me with her hand on her hips. She glared at me and walked in front of me and took the two books from my hand and placed them in their place.
“I told you to sit at the counter and do nothing. I don’t know why you can’t listen to me” she grumbled as she took the other books from the box next to the aisle and placed them in the correct place.
“As for you to know, only one hand was injured, and I can do work with the other.” I told her for the fifteenth time in the last two days.
She ignored my words as she was just doing her work as she didn’t know I was talking to her.
I rolled my eyes at her and walked toward the counter and sat on the chair and looked around to see that we had a few customers roam
