Chapter 91 Layla
- Layla
- “That’d be 16.45,” I say as I swipe the customer’s card.
- She’s a blonde teen who won’t stop taking selfies on her phone. I pack her groceries into a white bag and hand it to her. She collects it without as much as a thank you and leaves, chattering on her phone like she’s angry with the person she’s sending the selfies to.