Ariana’s POV
“Miss Ariana, are you alright?” the woman asked, her expression filled with worry.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked with a raised brow.
“I don’t know, miss. Ever since I told you about the sections and shelf arrangements, you’ve stood there for more than two minutes just smiling silently to yourself,” the woman said with soft worry.
“Oh!” I said surprised, I hadn't realized I had been smiling like that. I let my intrusive thoughts take over.
I moved closer, setting aside my walker to the woman’s surprise, and I said—grabbing her hand in mine even though I felt a bit of resistance.
“I’m sorry if I caused you to worry. Thank you very much for helping me, you can go now.” I smiled warmly, and the woman’s lips pressed into a thin smile, her worried expression now neutral as she
