Just An Average Afternoon-Open
Pam was just having a normal day at the Hart/House of Rock, the occasional customer, just the normal traffic, unlike what she had at the Junk Shop a bit ago. She had just finished helping an old man find a disk for his granddaughter to listen to when a new person wanted to buy something. âHello there! Welcome to the Hart/House of Rock. Iâm Pam, your current- and only- cashier. How can i help you today?â Pam tried to make it as sugary as possible, not really having much experience in being a cashier besides this job and some parts in the Junk Shop.Â
Leon walked into the Hart House of Rock- he still had yet to check this place out.
To be honest, he knew not the slightest clue about much music of this generation, being from quite literally thousands of years ago, and he had yet to really explore much of it.
He approached the cashier and smirked a bit. âHello there, Pam. Only cashier, hm? That sounds like a handful if youâre the only one here.â He said, chuckling a bit, his ears twitching a bit.Â
âWell, miss Pam. If I am being honest, I have not the slightest clue as to what Iâm looking for. I came to look around, but...I was hoping perhaps someone could introduce me to some things. You up for it?â He grinned with a wink, his tail swishing behind him. âOf course, if you are too busy, that is perfectly understandable.â He answered.


















