The Games We Play
Three sets of wooden tables and metal chairs were placed on either side of the front door to welcome whoever entered.
He unhooked a brown apron and donned it on himself. Whenever Keanu was at the shop, he was more relaxed. Here he pretended that the obligation of running a company wasn't on his shoulders. It was also where intrusive thoughts of Kitty plagued him the most. Keanu was glad he had an apron on most of the time to hide his raging erection.
Behind the counter, Olive turned to smile at him. She was packing a box of cheese tarts in a kraft paper bag and handing it to an elderly lady. Keanu nods back, observing as he flicks off water droplets from his hands, wiping them on his apron.