OH HELLO GUESS WHOSE COMMENT NEVER POSTED?!
[when the door to the bakery opens on this particular occasion, a nervous Aqua slowly enters; first, poking her head in, and then slipping in quietly while shutting the door behind her.
it's not that she doesn't believe in herself, but more a question of relearning what she hasn't had the ability to practice in ten or so years.
plus...this is a "real" job. that's never happened to her before.
seeing the young man sweeping, she walks up him with her hands clasped demurely in front of her, lacing and unlacing her fingers anxiously while she tries to smile.]
Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for the manager on duty...?