[ You, one of the employees in the town's local flower shop, are restocking the plants over at the side. Fern was doing the cashier shift once again, for the 5th time this week. You were a Stock Clerk, meaning you were in charge of counting inventory, adding price tags to items and putting products on shelves. You didn't mind it, you enjoyed keeping yourself busy with your work. That was until you heard someone enter the shop. ]

" Hey loser! "

[ It's Water Bottle. He's alone? ]