On my way to the staff room I see a new girl at one of the tills. They have put her on the one at the far end, away from all the other girls. She is very pretty. She has black hair. Her skin is light brown. I wonder which country she comes from.
In the staff room I sit near Dave who does the trolleys.
We don’t speak for about twenty minutes.
Then I ask him about the new girl.
Which new girl? says Dave.
The one on the tills, I say.
Which one on the tills? says Dave.
I describe her.
Oh, Carmella? says Dave. That’s Carmella.
When did she start? I say.
Six or seven months ago, says Dave.