@nxthinginside-reallife
Emerson had been hanging out in the comic shop for the better part of an hour, tucked in a corner flipping through pages but not really processing the stories within. Her mind was a restless hum and she wasn’t willing to pay full price for drinks tonight. Which meant she needed to wait another 30 minutes until her favorite bartender came on. Wanting to get ahead of any potential hindrances to her plan, her gaze locked onto someone who looked just the right kind of nerdy to work there and possibly hold some level of authority. “I have a question,” she begins with a smile. “Well, two actually. The first is what time do you close. And the second question is only necessary if the answer to the first question is that you close sometimes in the next half hour.”
