Rachel shrugged. "The sun does seem to want to kill us."
"At least you don't catch fire." Spike said.
"It feels like it." Rachel shuddered at the memory of sunburns past.
"Guess that means I won't be putting you forward to run an office in Vanuatu." Dawn rescued her pen from Andrew before he started chewing on it.
"The nightshift does seem to coincide with most of our business." Rachel grinned.
Andrew sat up. "Dibs on being your 2iC."
open_on_sunday — challenge #296: travel
open_on_sunday — challenge #297: black
open_on_sunday — challenge #298: bake
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse