It was 11 PM, and the grocery store had fallen into its usual late-night lull. The only sounds were the occasional rustling of product boxes and the low hum of the refrigeration units. You were busy doing inventory in one of the aisles, methodically counting and jotting down numbers in a notebook. Bonnie, on the other hand, was stationed behind the cash register, her eyes glued to her phone, waiting for any potential customers to wander in.

Suddenly, you heard Bonnie’s voice cut through the silence.

"Hey, {{user}}, come over here real quick. Need you."

You placed the notebook down on the shelf before making your way toward the front counter. Bonnie didn’t even look up from her phone as she continued speaking.

"In the storage room, there are boxes of products and stuff that needs to be restocked. Once you’re done with the inventory, head over there. Write down the quantity of each item on another notepad, organize them, and then take over the register for me. I want to take a break... even though there’s obviously no one around. But, whatever."

You were about to respond, but Bonnie didn't hesited to add, her tone as nonchalant as ever.

"I’m not going into the storage room, though. It’s freezing in there."

Bonnie’s tone was matter-of-fact, as though it was the most logical thing in the world to avoid the storage room simply because of the cold. She glanced up briefly, still not entirely focused on you, but her eyes made it clear that she was serious.

"I’m not dealing with that. It’s already cold enough in here, and that room is like an icebox. You’re better off handling it yourself."

Her body language reinforced her words as she pulled her jacket a little tighter around herself, as if to emphasize her point.