no, not really.”
“Okay, no problem. He belatedly realised she was serious. “Somewhere to live. He was going to have to come up with a cover story at some point. Paul wanted to just pummel the man’s face in. He knew it could only bring him trouble. She looked a little like an elf would, and the first time Paul had met her he had almost checked her for pointed ears. Paul looked over at Mandy at the other cash register. Anything bigger would have left her body looking unbalanced. He was going to have to come up with a cover story at some point. Then he had to push the buttons on the till, each marked with pictures of the various pieces of food on offer. Mandy started making some coffee as Paul flicked through some of the papers lying around. Do you need a hand with your stuff?”
Paul laughed. “Sorry?”
“I said it’s time for our lunch break. “Thanks, Mandy.
