'I'm just saying that maybe you could've put a little more effort into the cleaning.' Liam says as Carla stands in front of him cradling Jasmine against her chest.
'And I'm just saying do it yourself next time.' She replies, well aware of the staff watching them.
'Look, you were the only one here... I wasn't asking for the place to be sparkling just clean. I mean did you even clean at all?' He asks.
'Do you know what? I don't have to deal with this... Fuck you, Liam. Clean the factory yourself.' She replies turning and leaving the office.
'Where are you going?' Liam asks following her and watching as she places Jasmine in her pram.
'Out.' She replies tucking a blanket around the little girl's legs.
'You can't keep running away when things get hard, Carla... This is supposed to be your factory. You too over Paul's 60%, start acting like it.' He says causing her to instantly turn to face him.
'Running away? You and I both know why I left so let's not fucking go there. Now I am going out for some air before I say or do something I might regret.' She replies grabbing the pram and leaving the factory.
'Let me help you down the stairs.' Liam says following her. She nods her head and he helps her carry the pram downstairs.
'I'm sorry.' He says and she shakes her head.
'How many times have you said that over the past few days.' She replies beginning to walk away. He sighs and watches as she makes her way towards the Rovers.
'What can I get you, love?' Michelle asks as Carla makes her way into the pub.
'A new business partner.' Carla replies sighing as she puts the breaks on the pram beside a table.
'Liam irritating you?' Michelle asks.
'He's doing my head in, Chelle... Yesterday I let him go home to have a bit of a break from the place, you know? He phoned when everyone had gone home and said someone needed to give the place a clean because we had a very important meeting today. So I got down on my knees and practically scrubbed the floor but that's not good enough apparently. Apparently it looks like I didn't even clean... I was in that factory until well after 7 cleaning.' Carla says groaning as Jasmine begins to whimper.
'Can I just have an orange juice, Chelle...' Carla asks making her way over to the pram.
'What's all this fuss about?' Carla says smiling as she lifts Jasmine into her arms.
'There you go... Just wanted a cuddle from mummy, didn't you.' She mumbles keeping Jasmine cradled against her chest as she makes her way back over to the bar.
'One orange juice...' Michelle says sliding the class across the bar to her.
'Thanks, Chelle.' Carla replies smiling.
'Hello again...' A familiar voice says as Carla tucked a blanket around Jasmine's little body.
'Oh, hiya!' Carla replies smiling as she glances up coming face to face with the man she met in the factory the day before.
'Blimey, that minimum wage goes a long way.' He says looking at her.
'You what?' She asks.
'Your gear... You're eh, the smartest cleaner I've ever seen. Best looking an all.' He replies causing her to smile.
'Why don't you just call me Cinderella?' She says.
'You off?' He asks and she nods her head.
'Well I don't want my carriage turning into a pumpkin now, do I?' She replies smiling.
'Stay and have a drink with me?' He suggests.
'Another time perhaps, I've not got a baby sitter.' She says and he nods his head. He moves over slightly giving her room to get past. Smiling she grabs her bag and instantly pulls a pen out. She scribbles something down on a coaster before handing it to him.
'That's my number.' She says and he smiles.
'Emm... I never got your name.' He says as she pushes the pram towards the pub door.
'Well I told you, it's Cinderella.' She replies.
'Carla... Carla... Wait up!' Liam shouts as he spots Carla leaving the pub.
'I'm going home, Liam... I need to put Jasmine to bed.' She says not even glancing over her shoulder as she reaches her car which is parked outside the factory.
'Let me come with you? We need to talk?' He says and she shakes her head.
'Talk about what? How to properly clean the factory. I've had enough, Liam. I am so over this. So over fighting with you... Just leave me alone.' She replies lifting Jasmine out of her pram and placing her into her carseat.
'Carla, please? I'm sorry. I don't want to fight with you either.' He says as she straps Jasmine in.
'I'm so tired, Liam. Just let me go home.' She replies closing the car door and making her way round to the drivers side. She opens the door and Liam grabs hold of her arm.
'I'm sorry.' He says causing her to sigh.
'So you keep saying. Sometimes sorry isn't enough, Liam. Sorry means nothing when you keep repeating it but do nothing about it.' She replies getting in her car. He sighs as she starts her engine and begins to drive off.