June watched the storm rage outside of the shop, yawning and turning back to her essay. Closed for the night meant she got the whole place to herself, which also meant that it was more frightening when a loud clap of thunder rang throughout the shop. Getting up to grab another cup of coffee, she heard banging on the glass door. Someone was there, with their face pressed against the door, soaking wet. Hurrying over, she opened the door and ushered the person in. "Are you alright? D'ya need a towel? Or perhaps a drink to warm you up?"