Angelina was so very tempted to simply ignore whoever it was that had disturbed the quiet of the shop. She could simply disappear into the back room only returning when it was time to lock the door for the evening. Surely she wouldn't get into too much trouble. Stacey wasn't capable of keeping up with everything. Only Angelina was pathetic enough to spend every waking hour in her own personal hell, reminding herself of something she couldn't have.
Get a grip, Ange!
The mental reprimand did it's job, as it had countless times before. She didn't have the time nor the strength to deal with another outburst. It was difficult enough to lock away all her unresolved issues, without bringing them all back with an even stronger sense of lose.
Replacing the order sheet to the drawer it had come from, Angelina finally turned her attention to the potential customer, only to be given another surprise.