Window Repair

We worked long into the night with little, if any results. It seemed like there was an endless supply of broken glass.  Eventually around twelve, Olivia called it a night. She found a room above the malt shop and crashed for a few hours.  I, however, stayed behind. I wasn't expecting to get much done, but I wasn't ready to call it quits either.  I continued to sweep, but I noticed it was getting chilly. A cold wind was blowing through the gaping hole in the window. Luckily, I found a garbage and tape in the closet. I repaired the hole as best as I could with those materials. It made a horrendous noise when the wind crashed against it, but at least it blocked the weather. I stood back, admiring my work for a minuet. Then I heard something scurrying behind the counter. "Olive?" "Nope. I'm way cuter." A voice replies. I turn around to see Norm standing on the counter, wearing a paper hat. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I should be asking you the same question."