@cawsforconcern liked for a starter!
It was a fairly new feeling, the tired satisfaction. When she first started working at the pharmaceutical store every interaction and objective exhausted her, especially so when it was more complicated than ‘greet someone, get something for them, repeat’.
Now she could even ignore people when closing up! Even if the action made her nervous, it wasn’t... horrible, like it used to be. Still, telling people to their face that the place was no longer accepting customers was... anxiety-inducing.
“Mmmsorry!” Ah, mumbling, of course, she’d start the interaction with mumbling-
“We’re- Riverside Pharmaceuticals is...! That’s! We’re-” She half-chokes on a cough and a whimper and turns away from the stranger, hanging above an anxiety attack by her fingernails. So maybe she wasn’t as used to this as she thought.
“Riverside Pharmaceuticals is... no longer accepting customers! I’m sorry about this, you can- hit me? Hit me. I’m so sorry to inconvenience you. We’re no longer operating 24/7. You can blame me.”
