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Today, she's working one of her afternoon shifts in a convenience store, and she is just taking a break. The store was making good business unfortunately, with the help of the scorching sun, a lot of people came in to feel the breeze of the air-conditioner, or buy a popsicle or two.
She had just changed the 'open' sign to 'closed', she doesn't know if that's actually allowed, but she does it anyway. No one bothers to monitor this place, really.
After stretching and waiting lazing around for a few minutes, she decides to change the sign back. But as her fingertips just touch the plastic, a figure rushes in, she's unable to see their face of how fast they were running.
A look of surprise finds it's way to her face, then reverts back to it's original empty expression. Changing the sign and walking back to the counter, she looks at the small pile this person has made, their face sweaty and red.
"Well, this is a lot. You just kinda made me rich. Now, pay up."