Mrs. Blackwell

Olivia let out a sigh when she sighted Mrs. Blackwell. She was enthusiastic and pleased to have a company in the Cafe shop, finally.

At least, for the moment before Vicky's shift in the evening, since she almost had no business with the rest of the girls who left her all alone about a while ago.

Just when Olivia thought about the older woman, she appeared in the foyer of the Cafe shop.

There was a smile on her face, and a ‘welcome to the shop’ that waited to be discharged from the barricades of her mouth, in the direction of the woman who was yet to walk into the shop.

The older woman walked in, grinning. She held a handbag—and from the look of things, Olivia was certain that she came from the office she works in.

She was well dressed, corporately.

“Olivia,” the woman called, her voice—soothing and wanting to be listened to. “Good afternoon, love.”

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Blackwell,” Olivia hailed, standing and overseeing. “Welcome to the shop. How are you doing?”

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