All afternoon the shop was bursting with customers, some panic buying with Christmas Eve looming. There was no time for anything other than a quick sip of water anytime Charlotte made it to the counter, which was mostly to drop off armfuls of books for Rosie to put through the register.
There was a backlog of books to be gift wrapped, and Charlotte had offered to finish this after the doors closed so the new owners could collect them tomorrow. Rosie was exhausted and when things began to quiet down at about five, Charlotte made her go.
“Because if you insist on staying, I’m going to drive you home, and you have no idea what kind of driver I am.” She’d threatened.
“How bad could it be between here and my place?” Rosie was collecting her bag as she talked. “Unless you are like Sid.”
“How
