Carlos' words bring me out of my little mini-funk, and I nod. "I need to make as much money as I can before the summer semester. I'm going to need money for tuition, books, miscellaneous fees, and then hopefully a car. Between rent and life necessities, I really need the overtime. I'm lucky Mrs. Elkins is even letting me work this much."
He nods, wiping down the counter as I replenish napkins in the dispenser. "She's got a way about her. Takes care of us all. Sometimes I wonder if she's even making money off this place. We sell a lot of coffee, but not so many books."
He's not wrong; I've thought the same. My shoulders lift in a vague shrug, and I start cleaning off the end tables of newspapers, magazines, and books.
"I have no idea, but I can't imagine she would run a business just to lose money." I pause, thinking of the sweet old lady and how she treats every customer who enters her shop like family. "Would she?"