(In Ginger's Shop)
Ginger came from a room with the child in her arms.
She was smiling and drinking a cup of tea.
I smiled as the child climbed up on a stool and drank her tea.
"She's a little sweetheart, I wouldn't mind taking care of her." Ginger said.
"No, you don't have to Ginger, you've got this business, I will take of the child." I said.
"Okay, but if you need anyone to babysit, just give a call." Ginger said.
I nodded.
"You've got pretty wings ma'am." The child said to Ginger.
Ginger blushed.
"Thank you dear." She said.
I smiled.
