"Please, let this day end." Joon-bae grumbles, leaning on the counter.

It was a hot, summer day, and he was wasting it all inside. Understandably, he was pissed off. Suddenly, a loud, "WOOOOAAAHH!" erupted from the entrance of the store. There were two things he hated most, work, and children who were loud.

"Hey, shut up! We're just here for your stupid book report." An older voice complains. It belonged to a random customer, around his age, wearing HIS school uniform.

CRAP! BIGTIME CRAP! If anyone from his school saw him working here, he would probably die. However, he seriously needed the money. So, he obeyed his managers orders and walked over to them.

He sighs, great. Well, I'm doomed. He braces himself as he mumbles out, "Welcome to shiver me thrifters. Where your trash is our treasure. Can I help you plunder your way to big big savings?... "