Corner Store
Musing: A reader who owns and runs a dingy little corner store near the Hazbin Hotel. It's dimly lit (because electricity costs money!) and the shelves are in 3-4 different styles frankenstein-ed from dumpsters. There's a little area for fresh food, mostly bread, bananas, and salad mix. Canned or boxed foods and snack foods line the shelves. There's an array of drinks in the wall fridge. A large freezer has dumplings, nuggets, 'finger' food, and other buried treasures, and there's a bucket at one end of the freezer for ice-pops and other ice cream treats. There's a shelf with tools, ammunition, and off-brand children's toys. This store is for some reason the only store (insert person) can find (niche comfort food/drink) ! The floors are technically clean but the floor is so old it forever looks dirty. Nothing in the store screams 'high class' but there is definitely a fancy wine in stock , and a few inconsistent items like a new in-the-box printer, fancy books, and plush towels. There's a box with new clothes, and another with mid-tier make-up products. The clerk counter is scuffed, it's weathered many hold-ups and robberies. The cash register looks to be from the 30's. There's a cot stuffed behind the counter along with a bunch of other clutter in boxes.
Reader is just serving the community, they've seen some shit and aren't interested in drawing too much attention. They make enough to pay bills, and fix shit up as it falls apart (or is blown apart). There's a lot of downtime between customers so the reader has a habit of trying to learn something new with their time. Most people walking in catch them reading a book but not many even spare a thought for the title and content of the book.