C45 Amelia's POV

“…please come again”. I finished as I handed the old man his change. Rachael joined me behind the counter holding up a tray with the customer’s pastries. She threw a smile my way as she walked past me into the swarm of people at the cafe.

It was a busy day. Monday mornings were the utmost worst but we still got by but I couldn’t shake off the feeling I was being watched. Closely