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Lily
Lily finished helping Jean-Michel reconcile the change drawer. She groaned.
“I swear, those chocolate croissants will be the death of me. Why can’t we charge a flat price for them after tax?”
Jean-Michel shrugged.
“They cannot be the same price as regular croissant,” he said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t know how we attract the last people in Salem who actually use cash, but math isn’t my strong suit.”
“I thought you were chemist.”
“Yeah. Chemist, not mathematician. And only on paper, anyway. It’s not like anyone’s ever paid me for chemistry.”
“I pay you for chemistry every week. That’s what you say,” Jean-Michel said wryly.
“You got me there.”
“You want to work double?” Jean-Michel asked.
“Do you really need me?” she asked and bit her lip.
She’d hoped that since she was off e
