LXXXI
BRIE'S WORDS didn't leave Laia's mind until the next day.
It was honestly starting to piss her off.
"What's with the huge frown on your face at so early in the morning?"
The girl turned to her coworker who was currently holding a broom with a bored stare.
Niel raised an eyebrow. "What's gotten into you these past days? You're always either grumpy or forlorn, did your goldfish die or something?"
Laia rolled her eyes and took the broom from Niel's hands. "I don't have a goldfish,"
"Then what's with your awful mood?"
"It's nothing," She tilts her head to the side. "There's a customer,"
"Ah, Keith can handle it," Niel pointed at Keith who was already on his way to where the customer was. "Anyway, back to the topic--"
Laia turned around and pretended that she was busy sweeping the nonexistent dirt on the floor. "Everything's fine--"
"You do realize that I watch the news, right?"