Customers were never any trouble, no matter the hour. At least that's how Helena viewed it. The sound of footsteps had her glancing up from her crouch in the aisle. Pasta shuffled in its box as her hand stilled and her face turned toward the door. From her distance, she could make out who it was, and a smile graced her features. The new guy. Well, it was about time she supposed.
"Hi," she called out. Dressed in jeans and a simple white t-shirt she didn't quite rise from her position but gave him a wave. A little greeting and acknowledgement that someone was staffing the store, and was there if he needed anything.