[Later, when the cafe is emptied out and the chairs are set on top of the tables, Iona sits on top of the counter, dangling her legs (she's short, shhhhh) and she lets out a relieved sigh.]
Phew! Even I'm tuckered out. How're you doing for your second night?
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Phew! Even I'm tuckered out. How're you doing for your second night?