13 | In Which She Meets The Calendar Girl

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Lydia's was Ernest's very own Starbucks

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Lydia's was Ernest's very own Starbucks.

Barrels and barrels of coffee were made fresh everyday and served in a cosy shop with homemade goods made by the owner, Lydia Francis.

Lydia's had been my last job before I had to leave town for college and Lydia had said to come back if I ever needed my job back.

Right now I was counting on Lydia's good heart as I walked to the coffee shop.

It was still early when I got there and only three people were seated with mugs in front of them.

Cleaning the counter at the back was exactly the person I wanted to see.

Stuffing my hands into my pockets I took a deep breath and approached the counter.

She looked up and smiled. "Denise! You know I was starting to wonder when you'd come in, you're not getting into trouble with those friends of yours are you?"

I chuckled. "No, Lydia, we're staying out of trouble, thankfully."

She laughed and scratched her short brown hair.

"I know it's a bit weird Lydia, but I was wondering if you needed an pair of hands around here?"

"I always need the help, in fact Anna just left to help her grandmother in Vancouver and I was just about to put out a sign."

"That's great! When can I start?"

"How about ..." she unhooked a brown apron and put it before me. "Now?"

"Just like that? I asked warily.

"Yep, I know you Denise, you're practically family, and besides you're the only one I've seen willing to work. All the people around are either too busy in the college or would rather have a white-collar job," she shook her head.

"Thanks a lot, Lydia!" I tied the apron on.

"Here," she handed me a broom. "Out front needs a good sweeping and after that I'll fill you in on everything."

I saluted and took the broom from her.

The air was fast and cold as I swept the dirt from the front of the shop. It was still early so there was no one to screw up my work.

"I've been meaning to talk to you," said a small high-pitched voice beside me.

I stopped sweeping and came face to face with Em's tiny black eyes. She wore a blue flowery romper with sandals to match and carried a lot of shopping bags.

"Em! What are you doing shopping so early on a Saturday?"

"What?" she looked at the bags. "Oh, these aren't mine. They're for my boss and don't try to change the subject."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, what did I do?"

"Yesterday, at the cabin? Ring any bells? You just left without a goodbye and when I ask Mateo he gives me some bogus answer about how you needed to ruin your life a little more. Are you two fighting again?"

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