the soft tinkling of the chimes at the door and the brief gust of wind that blows in tell clover that the door’s been opened as she’s in the stockroom. she’d shoo whoever’s behind it away at this point — especially since the door is locked after all, it being thirty minutes past closing — but the feeling in her gut, wound up and queasy, demands to be felt ( she’d only given the key to her shop to one other person ). her hands steady against a shelf of charms in the backroom, gaze zeroing in on the pink heart of her bracelet. everyone in their group had one in a different color; she’d made it for them the night before the shop opened. she hasn’t been around them in a while, and the loneliness in that demands to be felt, too. but she can’t bring herself to — she sees her enough when she shuts her eyes, anyway, and that’s an ache that demands to be felt most of all. but she can’t avoid it — avoid her — forever, try as she might ( she does consider the back door as an option, but even sujin would look at her a little disappointedly if she went down that path ). so she takes a deep breath, making her way back to the front of the store — and yet, even then, her best friend’s doe eyes remain subject to her evasion ( she’s brave, but not that brave ). “we’re closed right now.” she mumbles, busying herself with the register. there's a cordial smile there, but it doesn't meet her eyes. “but that one necklace you’d wanted will come in tomorrow, and juyeon’ll swing by for it, so …”