Katie was healing. That much was true. Her attitude and overall appearance had increased considerably in the past couple weeks. She was remembering how to be happy again, how to trust people, and how to forget about Calvin. Not that she necessarily wanted to. She enjoyed thinking about the good times-- or was positive she would some day. Now, it was just too painful, reminded her too much of what she'd lost. She'd been avoiding him to prevent that but sometimes she slipped up. And sometimes it was unavoidable, like at school. Or now.
She was, in fact, at the back of the store. It was her responsibility to make sure all the clothing was neatly folded before the manager came back from her break. She'd worked her way around in pretty decent time and was now on one of the last displays. She was just about to put a freshly creased shirt back on the table when she heard the door open. A quick glance-- but not quick enough to see who it was-- and a smile before she returned to the task at hand. "I'm over here," she called to the customer. "Let me know if you need any help, okay?" Her voice was chipper like it used to be. Now, she only adopted it for work hours. But it was nice to feel some semblance of normal, even if it only lasted from three to eight.