Person: @abelczarlinski Location: All in One He was never going to complain about a slow day again. The amount of herbs he'd bundled the last week had been unreal for people brewing teas and all that. He himself felt perpetually hungover but his mother raised a fool and not a quitter and so he was still dragging himself into the shop every day regardless. It could be worse, he'd seen a line out the door at Cicek, he didn't envy that. "You want a cigarette break?" He asks Abel after the shop has finally emptied out and he's managed to shove every jar behind the counter back in its proper place. "I know I do." It happens every so often, a bad habit from New York, maybe even from before that. His mom used to sit out on the porch hiding from him and his brothers with a single Malboro after a stressful day.
