02-09-2015, 01:42 AM
She was too shocked to say or do much of anything, except her job. Valentina felt comfortable when she stood behind the counter again. Big, sturdy; it felt like an impenetrable wall standing between her and the rest of the world. Except the world was standing right in front of her in overly bright clothes. Not bright enough apparently.
The clunky cash register rang. "So, check or cash? We don't have debit here."
She glanced at his clothes. "I think orange or yellow would work. Yellow kind of matches your pants." Would he really be alright with her calling him? She slid the marbles across the counter, safely wrapped up in paper and bag.
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