Morna set down her teacup and stepped up from her worktable, wondering who would be out in this weather, especially so late. As she approached the front of the shop, she noticed puddles accumulating on the floor. My nose turned up as each wet footprint followed itself, making it obvious to spot.

“Uhm hello?” I called out, trying to hide my annoyance, and keeping my tone as polite as I could.

Standing near the entryway was a man and a pregnant woman by his side. He stunned himself as tall personnel with red hair but lacked the ideal, chiseled figure that would have drawn my attention away from the pool...