Later that day, Orva was tasked with all the restocking and monitoring of customers as a punishment for coming late. Trying to stock the shelves, and keeping an eye on naughty customers who wants to steal or misbehave was a huge task and weight on the young woman, that after when the store had closed she went and took a long nap behind one of the shelves later that evening, but it was cut short once Daphne found her.
"Luna? Luna?" Daphne whispers to the sleeping grocery clerk. "Luna? What are you doing?"
"Please go away." Orva lazily slurred in her sleep.
"It's past eleven, and we are closed. I need to lock up, now." Daphne whispers again to her.
"What?" Orva slurred.
"It's late, get up." Daphne helps Orva up and picked up a pack of crushed pickles from the floor. "Seriously?" Daphne shows the useless pickles to the half-awoken Orva.
"It was soft, and I was really too tired to grab my bag." Orva made a cute face.
