NATALIA
“Oi, quick slacking. The dust accumulates but never cleans itself!” Mr. Richard’s voice echoed in the store. I’m already used to it and didn’t bother answering; I just continued to clean as he ordered.
Somehow, the store is getting a little more popular as days go by. The old man enjoys checking the new receipts, though he doesn’t let it show. I even heard him murmur about buying new stocks, which probably didn’t happen for quite a while now.
Another week just passed by like nothing. Every day felt the same. Once in a while, something interesting appears, but most of the time, it’s just staring out the window of the shop and waiting for the bell of the door to chime. It’s mundane and quite maddening.
“Nerissa!”
I heard my name, my made-up name, being called. My head quickly tu
