"Good morning.." Pete called out as the bell over the shop's front door rang out. He barely bothered to glance up, cursing quietly as he messed up on the minesweeper game he'd had up on the computer beside the register—the one he was really only meant to be using to keep track of inventory.

He blinked slowly as the old woman who'd been in-and-out of the store for a few days approached the desk again. "Lynette, I told you—the holiday discount only applies to any items you buy from our store. I can't give you a refund for groceries that you bought across the street," Pete explained in an exasperated manner.

As the old woman began to complain, his eye drifted to the customer who'd just come in, their eyelashes still dotted with ice from the quiet snowfall outside. He found his eyes drifting over them silently as he completely tuned out Lynette's rant.

"Are you even listening to me?" Lynette barked, snapping Pete's attention back to the angry, greying woman in front of him. "Yeah, yeah.. Listen, lady—why don't you just go home? I think you've had enough fun for one night." He gave Lynette a tight smile, pointing towards the door as she huffed and stormed out.

Pete sighed quietly, running a hand through his hair as he turned back to his game of minesweeper—or he'd intended to, before the same customer he'd been silently admiring only a few moments ago approached the register, and he scrambled as they broke the minesweeper-induced-trance he'd been in prior.