Hannah Price sang shrilly, wielding a pricing gun as she danced up the aisles. She was in an excellent mood that day; she always liked being at work. Her hours were flexible and her gorgeous boyfriend was her boss. What could be better? “Why do you listen to such old rubbish?” Shouted a laughing voice, switching off the battered radio on the counter. Hannah jumped, unaware there was anyone else in the shop but her. She looked embarrassed for a moment, then ran to the front. When she got there she saw Jay, learning on the counter, an amused grin on his face. “Sorry, Jay. I was in my own world! Just ignore me, I was only singing to the beans and crisps.” “Well, as long as the produce doesn’t go off! My ears could shrivel listening to you sing,” he joked, tugging a lock of her dark curly hair good-naturedly. “Ah don’t worry, love. You really brighten up the place. Ignore him,”
