Sale sale sale! Who: Lottie and open to all (Chelsea, Lilo, Az?) When: All day, 8-5 pm Where: The Golden Apple
Lottie had arrived slightly earlier than normal for her shift, giving herself enough time to organize the store before it opened and the sale began. They were expecting more than the average numbers, and so Lottie wouldn't have the time she normally did to keep the place neat and presentable. What she hadn't expected though, was the appearance of her manager shortly into her shift. For a second, Lottie had wondered if she had done something wrong, although for the life of her she couldn't imagine what. But she quickly learned that her manager had some disturbing news: 50 people had disappeared overnight. A knot instantly formed in the young designer's stomach, and she paled. "Is having this sale a good idea?" she had asked quietly, but the manager had assured her it would be fine, and that more customers (hopefully in larger groups at one time) would keep things safer. She wasn't convinced, but she had to go along with it.
So for the majority of the day she attended to customers with a cheerful "Can I help you?" and a bright smile. It helped to keep her mind off the situation, but she was always hyper-aware of the number of customers in the store at one time. And if one left her sight, she was out from behind the counter in an instant, tracking them down. And then smartly offering fashion advice, or suggesting their newest items.
Still though, it got to a point when Lottie's jaw began to ache from the smile that was plastered on her face, and she was uber grateful for the lull in customers in the late afternoon. She ran her hands through her hair and busied herself with the more tedious tasks of running a store, never letting her mind stray too far and stumble upon the fact that things were getting stranger and stranger on the ship.