Oc introduction (narrative writing)
Inside Mikos shop, everything was hers. The rules of her realm were posted on the blackboard at the back with clear, even lettering. Her desk sat in the biggest room the shop had to offer. Almost no one complained, and when they did, they were a new hire. Piled high with documents, stacked to the thousands. A Jenga tower of binders waiting to slip to one side, menus that had long since been scraped, and talisman that had yet to hang outside like the army of others. As by now most of them were regulars, the customers knew Miko’s rules too. The exact problem they were facing today, in fact, lay in the customers. A woman had come here to stir trouble.
“Is this how places are meant to be run nowadays?” a single server was here this early in the morning. Now they were getting yelled at. Miko couldn’t afford to lose an opener, they were hard to find. As she came up to them, the server dropped back behind Miko immediately. At least try to look like you were doing something about this.
“Listen,” Miko looked down upon the woman, “the dew has barely dried. Be honest, what do you want out of this venture?” annoyance radiated off her in waves.
“What do I want? I want this neighborhood to not be tainted by such an eccentric place! Do you think you could manage that?” She cocked an eyebrow up at Miko, who stood taller and straighter than she. “You can’t even manage respect,” how dare you.
“You see, old woman, I will respect people who deserve it. Never, never will I stoop down to your level.” The glint in her eyes got a little stronger as the woman went on sputtering, for the rest of the morning, never getting what she wanted.
