Veronica's pov

VERONICA'S TEAHOUSE__11AM.

A sigh left my mouth and my shoulders slumped down as I stared at the money inside the drawer, it's so little.

My eyes met the wall clock ahead of me, it's already 11am and I still haven't make half as much as I made two days ago...it was as if I won a lottery.

Looking around the restaurant, I realized it's a bit scanty and even the customer we have now didn't order much, they ordered either tea, coffee or small cakes.

Maybe I should just close early and go rest at home, I can't stress myself for nothing's sake.

"Miss Mars someone's here for...