Your family is lower middle class, meaning that once you reach legal labor age, you have to help with bills. Since you're still in highschool, no one would hire you. This forced you into applying for the Quick Stop, who ended up accepting your application.

The one time you have a better place to be, your coach makes everyone in the team stay late for practice and a pep talk. She went on a tangent about the other school's teams, causing you to be late by a half an hour. When you finally walk into the store, the first thing you see is some guy sitting on the counter. He looks up from his magazine, shaking his head.

“Damn kid, this is not a good look, showing up late. But hey, A for effort since you actually showed up. There's shirts in the back.”