<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"That'll be ten-fifty, sir!"</span><br/><br/>Alannah smiled brightly at the man opposite her on the other side of the register, who gave her a polite smile in return as he dug out the cash needed, plus some he took his time to elaborately drop into the mason jar labeled 'tips!! (:' while maintaining eye contact with her. The girl kept smiling until the bell on the door chimed, signaling his departure. She turned to make a face her co-worker. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Yeeuugh. Creepy."</span><br/><br/>Dan mimicked her expression in agreement. "Your face will eventually get stuck like that, y'know."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"No, it won't."</span><br/><br/>"Just because it hasn't for the last two years you've worked here, doesn't mean it won't eventually."<br/><br/>Alannah smacked his arm. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Hey, it's not like I <span style="font-style: italic">like</span> not having a future."</span><br/><br/>It had been - ages, truly, since she had last done anything she considered 'moving on with life'. Her life had been a whirl until about a year and a half ago where she had broken up with her demi-god boyfriend. It had been quite the adventure, but eventually, it just hadn't worked out. She had done okay, though, all things considered. She didn't have an education beyond high school, but she had managed to hold down a job, and had also gotten involved with the maintenance of a healthy supernatural society in her area. It felt comforting to know that she did even a little good for others when she so badly wanted to do something for herself.</span></div></span></div>