Inventory was always hell. Katya did it because she had to and because it was prudent; without inventory, she had only a moderate idea of what was on the shelf. The worst part was that all the loose teas had to be weighed and their quantity noted. If it was as simple as going along the shelf and marking a tea as available, she would mind it less. She was in the middle of helping one of her associates, and older gentleman who had come to America from Britain to live with his family, when the chimes on the door jingled softly.
Excusing herself from the associate, she approached the man wandering inside. "If there is anything I can be helping you with," she told him, "please to let me know." Katya glanced at another customer who had stepped inside. "If you find tea you are liking, is small price to sample in store." She remained poised on the balls of her feet, ready to respond to him if he required more assistance but also ready to turn to the other customer.