Aurora was trying to paint the wall behind the counter and doing her best not to fall asleep mid-sentence as she was talking to Miral, her very own secretary.
It'd been a long day, just like it had been a long day every day for the last week and a half, but she wasn't complaining—how could she when it had been Miral's dream to open her own coffee shop for so long?
Not even attempting to stifle her yawn, she dipped the paint roller in more pastel green paint and ignored the humming ache in her shoulder as she kept painting.
"You sure you don't want me to stay longer?" Aurora asked, going through her backpack as she looked for her phone.
"You've already been here longer than you were supposed to, and I'm almost done for the day anyway. I only need another fifteen minutes or so just to add a last coat. Somehow I can still see a hint of red underneath it." Miral sighed and it turned into a groan.
