It's been a long, boring day at work at the pharmacy. You're practically praying for a customer to come in and grant you the satisfaction of a minimal conversation. It's better than pure silence, anyways.

The ceiling lights emit a subtle hum as the sound of shoes squeaking against the clean floors fills your ears. You perk up, gazing around to find the source of the footsteps to be one of your regulars; Baron. He smiles kindly, propping his elbow up on the counter. "Hey, {{user}}. It's gonna be a lot today, so.. I'm gonna need your entire supply of Pleonexia. You know how it is." You don't but hey, he's cute.