#swyntod

@fallcntrees

Vixey was having a late dinner with Tod. He had reached out to get together and, considering she had been extremely busy with the shoppe for the last few months, she felt guilty and agreed. She had apologized and told him the earliest she could do dinner was probably around 8:30pm, which was enough time for her to close the shoppe at 8:00pm and then get to Tiana’s, where they were going, of course.

Tod had said that was fine (Vixey had no idea if it was or not, it was late to eat, even Vixey was usually starving by then) and that he would swing by the shoppe so they could walk together, since it was on his way anyway. It wasn’t really, because he could skirt around town and get to Tiana’s that way or walk straight up Ever After Boulevard, but she wasn’t going to argue with him. And it was probably a good thing, considering Vixey was running behind. 

The sign on the door said that the shoppe was closed, but it was unlocked, so Tod could let himself in. But Vixey was not even paying attention to the time when the bell rang to announce his presence. The cash register was not balancing and Vixey could not figure out why. She had counted it about five times now and was growing more and more frustrated. 

When Tod appeared at the counter, Vixey was leaning on her elbows, one hand tangled in her hair, holding her head up, the other holding a few dollar bills, a calculator on the counter in front of her. 

“Oh, hey Tod,” Vixey said, glancing up at him when he approached. “Sorry. I--am having some trouble balancing out the till.”