Chapter 72

“Did you spend your night crying?”

Ben’s familiar voice rang in my ears. Today I wasn’t in any mood to be joked around with. Yesterday’s conversation with my family had placed a heavier load on me. I felt like I was walking around with my own personal dark cloud.

“Please, not today.” I said, arranging the sugar shakers on the counter.

“I’m not trying to offend you, I’m just trying to make a new friend,” he followed me as I moved down the counter. “Who doesn’t part time as the town’s verbal tabloids.”

“I don’t want friends,” I moved to the floor with sugar shakers in my hands, “and by the way, we aren’t opened yet.”

He picked up five more shakers and followed behind me, “I know that. I work here.”

I stopped and turned to him infuriated, “You what?” I didn’t mean to shout but it just came out.

“Please don’t open a bottle of champagne on my account,” he said sarcastically walking past me. He placed the shakers on the tables before