The first thing I did the next morning was to write to my coven chat group with a question about when we could meet again. All of us, or just some of us. As I expected, most people were too busy at this time of the day to answer. So, I went on with my usual routine, which meant helping Panda to open the store.
The pale face of Panda was a merciless reminder that despite 'personal life' being called 'personal', it usually wasn't. She studied me with her blue eyes, perceptive despite the deep bags under them that hinted at a lack of sleep. Considering that she only worked one job now—at my store—and was on summer break, I had a feeling that her eye bags must've actually come from a medical condition.
