Knox showing up at the café just before closing time had become a regular thing, so when the door dinged fifteen minutes before close, Jack and Alison didn’t bother looking up from their tasks. They already knew it was him. I had dreaded my shift all day. The last Friday of the month was inventory day, and it felt like the three of us always managed to score that Friday shift, though there were a dozen other employees who were just as capable of counting. We would be stuck in the small café until the wee hours of the morning counting everything down to the last tea bag. Some nights, we stifled the urge to throw things in the garbage so we wouldn’t have to count them.
Chapter Six
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