Lucia's fingers deftly counted the bills before she slid them into the cash register with a satisfying click. Rose trailed behind her, a quizzical look on her face. "So, what are you going to do about… her?"
Lucia sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I don't know, Rose. It's not my place to decide. Grandma hired her, and she's never mentioned firing anyone. Maybe she sees something in Angelina we don't."
Rose snorted, "Or maybe she's your long-lost second cousin," she joked, only to be met with Lucia's stony silence. "Oops, too far?"
Lucia brushed her hair back, closing the register with a firm push. "It's fine, Rose. Let's just focus on the day ahead."
Rose nodded awkwardly.
Lucia cleared her throat, eager to change the subject. "So, front of the shop or back in the kitchen with me?"