Peyton scribbled a few details on to a pad of paper. "urgh…" she sighed deeply as she soon ripped the paper and knew it into the wastebasket.
"P.Sawyer!" Brooke cheerfully called from behind her.
"What do you want B.Davis?" Peyton still remained focused on her work.
"You need to stop killing all those innocent trees. What did they ever do to you?" Brooke bantered.
"Do you want me to answer that truthfully?" Peyton asked.
"Okay, no talk of that." Brooke avoided the subject. "You are one strange girl P.Sawyer, first you come in today, happy as a school girl, even though you were never the happy school girl type, and now you are abusing the helpless little trees."
"Hmm." Peyton mocked with a head tilt.
"It's just…you know how much I have appreciated you help around here at the boutique. If it wasn't for you, I think I may have been out of business a year ago. Thanks to you, I've been able to achieve all my dreams. Thank you." Brooke held her arms up for a hug.
Peyton took her in. "Your welcome girlie."
"Anyways, just another thank you for all your work. You had all the knowledge I needed to run this place. I guess all those years of your broody music and TRIC helped you with something that would benefit me." Brooke smiled quickly. "But" Brooke started again quickly. "Today you went through some serious menopausal moods Curly."
Peyton laughed lightly at her friend. "Just, a reason to smile again I guess."
Brooke smiled proudly. "Good." Brooke finished before looking over her shoulder at the ringing doorbell. She nodded at her friend as she escaped to a customer.
Peyton sighed heavily as she struggled to make sense of all the numbers in front of her. Her math skills weren't great but they were better then Brooke's. Plus this was simple accounting math in front of her. Anyways, this was her job now.
