Orion’s POV
It's the weekend.
I'm supposed to be elated because it's one of those days that I stay off work. Instead, I don't feel good at the very least.
Snapping my book shut, I return it to the shelf. Reading is a habit I picked up while working in the bakery. When I'm less busy, I read to while away time.
And idle as a statue, I had to finish off the pages I started, but I'm just not feeling it.
The warm coffee brings out steam that diffuses in the air, filling the room with its strong odor.
“Hmm.” I put the thick mug to my lips and draw a slurp, enjoying the creamy taste.
Setting it down, I pick up my journal instead, I glance through my records, adding and subtracting as usual. It takes me about thirty minutes to be done with balancing the records and I'm barely making a profit.
“How come?”
I frown, going over the calculation for the second time. This time around, I'm more careful.
Still, I arrive at the same result.