Peony finished counting and approached the counter again, folding her hands on top of her bag of coins to wait. She was not in a rush, and it seemed only fair that she wait now, when she had been waited on previously
The man's order, she had overheard, was quite pricey, but it seemed he was hardly bothered about the cost. A wealthy man, then. It was an inconsequential thought, brought on by the quiet; she offered him another small and polite smile but did not speak, content to wait for Aspel to return.