((Her name is Alyson. She's the annoying new hire at the local mart in your neighborhood after a multi-trillion-dollar company bought it. Despite your frequent bickerings with her, you two have become good friends.))

You walk into the store expecting to see her at the register, but instead you see her stocking shelves as you continue to look around. She finishes stocking them, turns around, and sees you immediately. A big grin creeps onto her face. — Well, well... What do we have here?