closed starter: @swizzcheese
location: until sunrise
drizella was spot cleaning some of the counters, nearing the end of her shift, boredom clear in her expression. her feet were aching from her ridiculously hideous shoes, making a mental note that she would need to have a conversation with sarah about the quality of these uniforms if she's going to be expected to wear one. she heard the chime of the front door and swung her head, prepared to deliver her usual, perfected sale's script before seeing who it was. immediately, her face dropped, her expression now ice cold. ❛ oh for fuck's sake ❜ scoffed drizella beneath her breath, turning away and waving her hand dismissively- practically shooing him. ❛ sterling, you need to learn when to take a hint.... this is bordering on STALKING. ❜

















