"I can do this, I can do this, no no can't do it." Nope, even her mind crashed at remembering all of the nerve names in the hand and arm. Shit. Would she end up failing this test at the last minute? Nyberg would be mad and put her on clean up duty after developing her film. The only consolation was tomorrow she wouldn't see her boss and tonight her store was a ghost town. For the past two hours no one came into Izzie's Photos. Not much of a clever title, but who needed fancy font and catchphrases when her own personal photos spoke for themselves?
It seemed her photos spoke to someone as she heard the little bell ring a visitor at the front door. Whoever it was, would get her full attention. "Welcome, welcome, come inside to Izzie's Photos. Take a look around, everything here is at a negotiated price. Captured memories shouldn't be expensive, but not for free." She smiled, noticing whoever it was seemed a bit off and strange; then again, she worked with the off and strange in the coroner's office as their forensic photographer, so what did she know?