C22 Amelia's POV

I wiped down the counter for the umpteenth time, my mind already at home. Closing time at the cafe couldn't come soon enough. I glanced at the clock - 10:45 PM. Just 15 minutes to go. As I swept the floor, the bell above the front door jingled, signaling a customer's arrival. I sighed inwardly. "Sorry, we're closed. Come back tomorrow," I called out, not bothering to look up. But then