The four of them stared at the eighty pounds they had earned and fell into a long, miserable silence.
After an entire day of running the shop, they had barely managed to make enough to cover their basic expenses. Their target of three hundred pounds suddenly felt less like a challenge and more like a cruel joke.
Susan was the first to break the silence. She let out a long sigh and leaned back against the sofa.
"Wasn't this supposed to be a slow paced programme where we enjoy life and experience something different? Why does it feel like they've handed us an impossible task instead?"
Roscoe gave her a reassuring look. "It's only the first day. Things will definitely get better once we figure out what people around here actually want."
David nodded thoughtfully. "We could also try some side business. Selling breakfast in the morning, perhaps, or something else the locals need."
"That could work," Lina said. "But we need to be more specific about what we sell."
