routine. that's all she wanted ⏤ to establish a more comfortable, calm schedule than relying on her thirst for an adrenaline rush she longed for yet dreaded recapturing. though this ? was not what dime wanted, either. hunched over the first register at her dingy little job, head propped up on her elbow as she poorly fanned herself with a times magazine in front of a janky table fan sounding as if it was on it's last leg. her co-worker was busy stocking the aisles, but dime knew they were just lounging wherever a camera couldn't find them, leaving her to attend the front of the store in case anyone walked in. just her luck, the bell rings out, causing her eyes to peacefully shut in disinterest. “ welcome to dollar tree. if you're gonna steal, please don't do it in front of a camera. ”