who: Evie & @rebcrn
where: Melvald’s (don’t make every Evie starter at Melvald’s challenge)
Five minutes until close, and Evie was all but counting the seconds. She’d mostly done inventory and Joyce had taken care of most of the stocking during her morning shift. So now, it was a waiting game. The joint tucked into Evie’s jean pocket was practically burning a hole; she had big plans! If she left right on time, she’d be able to catch the late summer sunset off of the lake. It was something she and her grandfathers used to do; the two of them smoking cigarettes and relegating young Evie to mimicking their actions with her lollipop stick.
As she was swept up in the wave of nostalgia, the front door chime jingled. Evie glanced up at the customer-- a girl, around her age, that she didn’t recognize. She was pretty, but seemed real precise-- not a hair out of place, shirt perfectly ironed, matching belt and shoes. It was comical, almost, in contrast to Evie’s perpetual state of bedhead, imperfectly rolled jeans, and half-tucked in button down. “Can I help you find anything?” Evie breezed past the counter, still dead-set on making her date with the lake. “We close in five, just so you know.” Hint, hint.