@spears-specials || closed thread
Work was surprisingly busy that day! It more than likely had something to do with the store’s semi-annual sale. Even for a weekday, scores of people had visited the store, arms loaded up with different types of clothing, hoping for some incredible savings.
In that regard, Paige wasn’t that surprised.
She’d been doing several different things at work that day. In the morning, she started out working on the floor: double-checking racks and shelves of clothes and fixing them as needed, and assisting customers who needed help finding things. In another hour and a half, she’d most likely be placed on the cash register. By then, one of her coworkers would be leaving, and it would be her turn to take over.
For now, she was in the junior’s department right near one of the store entrances, straightening some swimsuits on a rack. People really didn’t know how to put shit back on racks, it seemed. Not that it was all that much of a bother; at least it gave her something to do.
Paige heard the door open, and the familiar doorbell-like chime that accompanied it. She glanced up, in the middle of untangling a bikini top that had been carelessly thrown onto its hanger.
A man had walked in: tall, brown-haired, and clothed in a trenchcoat. She greeted him with a smile and a nod.
“Good afternoon!” she said. “Let me know if you need help finding anything!”
