"I'm almost ready to go," Tesla calls from behind the counter.
I've been waiting for her for about twenty minutes now. She requested to leave early. Not that the owner, Chelsea, minds much. Especially because she just so happens to be my aunt and my mom's sister.
I stand from the table and make my way behind the counter, fixing my cut around my shoulders as I go. As I look for her, I bump into Aunt Chelsea.
"Oh. Hi, honey. How's your sister and Celia?" She asks, giving me a hug.
"Tana's great. She went back to the university until graduation. After that, she's coming back home for good. Mom's doing okay. She's worried about Tesla, though."
She nods her head. "That's wonderful. And your mom worries about everything. It's just her soft heart. I ran into Tesla's father the other day.
