Elaris's POV
By the middle of the week, I had finally stopped feeling like the new girl.
Not completely.
There were still moments when I reached for the wrong shelf or forgot which register carried extra receipt rolls, but each day felt a little easier than the last.
Customers had started recognizing me.
Some smiled.
Some greeted me before I had the chance to greet them first.
One elderly gentleman insisted on joining my checkout line every morning because, according to him, I "looked less grumpy than everyone else."
It was... nice.
Normal.
I hadn't realized how much I'd missed normal.
By lunchtime, the supermarket had become its usual whirlwind of activity.
Shopping carts rolled past one another.
Children begged their parents for chocolate bars at the checkout.
Someone dropp
