"I've told you before, those hands of yours are meant for playing the piano; you shouldn't touch anything else. And if you must, go touch that piano over there!" Abigail Summer pushed her towards the corner designed specifically for the piano area.
There was a piano there, which musicians played daily, but Charlotte Green had never even touched it.
"Abigail, you're really putting me in a tight spot," Charlotte frowned, grasping Abigail's hand and slightly shaking it, with a pout that was obvious to anyone with eyes.
"Hehe... I just want to help increase our customer flow!" Abigail replied with a playful smile, thinking if Charlotte played piano, they would likely see more returning customers.
"Miss Green, you have a phone call!" a part-time student worker at the counter suddenly shouted.
Charlotte's smile froze. Why would there be a call for her at the cafe?
However, it gave her the chance to escape Abigail's kindness, and she ran off to take the call.
