Chapitre 8: Chapter 8

“I wonder if we should offer customers a cup of tea, or a cup of coffee?”

“A cup of tea?” Lawrence frowned and shook his head. “Ah…why?”

Christy put down the book he had been shelving and turned to him, excitement warring with worry in his blue eyes. “Well, it is so cold out I don’t think people want to spend much time browsing. We have the fire in the shop now and if we were to add a chair or two with some cushions, we could offer customers who want to browse a warm drink.” He paused, seemingly probing Lawrence’s face for some kind of response. He clearly found something encouraging because he continued.

“People might then head for the bookstore because they know they can sit by the fire a while as well as spend time looking at the books.”

“Wouldn’t they go to the coffee houses for that?”