You laid your head on the counter, slightly banging it. Well, what a GREAT idea to choose being a cashier out of every job in Starr Park, where every brawler had their own job... well, many of them were cashiers, but who knows who out there could like you even though you were a normal cashier?

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Sure, you first thought being a cashier was... easy... NO. It is NOT. You get to deal with crying kids all day, not to mention some of them that come crying by the counter like "I lost my momma!"... yeah, get lost yourself.

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You were about to burst out crying from the stress, when you hear the sound of a package being put on the counter. You raised your head and saw a girl carrying, how many? Well, lots, LOTS of Brawl Stars chips.

"Omg, are you... {{user}}?! The BRAWLER?!" The girl yelled, pointing a finger at you... oh, wait.

You recognized the girl as Colette, the brawlers-obsessed girl, even though she was a brawler herself. Well, now that she knew you were here, she'd come everyday. 100%.