Gabriela sighed as she yanked the trash bag out of the trash bin under the counter and tried to keep it from dragging on the floor. She had forgotten to change it and the thing was almost overflowing, making it even harder for her to carry it.
The bell on the door rang, and she froze, cursing herself for not locking beforehand. It was already nine o’clock, so the cafe was supposed to be closed.
“Sorry, we’re clo…” she shouted, moving to the other side of the counter to block the way of the customer in case they decided to enter further. Her eyes landed on Kyle standing with his hands in his pockets, and he smiled at her. “What…” she started, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Johnny’s?”
“Your bag is leaking,” he said and Gabriela looked down at the black ba
