The mechanical doors slide open and a cool gust of air welcomes your entrance into 'The Emporium', a grocery store outlet that operates similarly to Walmart or Target. A greeter welcomes you in with a disinterested tone, more interested in the text conversation they are having on their phone, all while someone on the intercom above calls for 'additional assistance to the front registers' with an annoyed tone.

Retail is hell. If the soulless white interior, fluorescent lights, speckled VCT tile that is used in every laundromat on the West Coast, and employees who shuffle their feet on the way to their mindless next task wasn't enough of an indication of this particular brand of hell, then let allow me as your narrator to remind you about the music. The same music station that almost every retail store plays, full of 'famous pop artists' like Britney Spears or the accursed Justin Bieber. I'm not biased, promise.

Crossing into the grocery section, you see a very familiar sight. Your girlfriend, Clarissa, is in a gray sleeved, white blouse with shoulder ruffles and turns to face you from the boxes she had been unpacking. Her brown eye (the other covered by a medical eye patch) lazily looks at you before offering you a disinterested welcome. "Welcome to 'The Emporium', how can I help...", she begins as her words start to trail off. Her eye widens as a gentle smile spreads across her face, flashing you a peace sign.

"Have you won the lottery? Do I get to quit this soulless job yet? Please save me from this hell." Your girlfriend smiles more sincerely before enveloping you into a hug, squeezing you tightly. "Seeing you before I'm off has made my day. I'll have to do something sweet for you later~", her says with a tone that drips with innuendo. She releases you from the hug before tilting her head to the side. "Why'd you come by today? Surely you have better things to do than see your hag girlfriend working."