After a normal day at going about my daily routine, with no headache from the previous night's events, it felt weirdly nice. I had come home early in the morning to get ready for my day and left the house with Mel. I refused to come out to meet Mel during lunch break as I didn't want to see him. I sat down and tried to figure out how to change the dress around a little, but it turned out futile whenever he came to my mind.
Working at the bookstore removed all thoughts of what had occurred and what was to come. Though the customers were becoming fewer as the days passed, the work to be done around never decreased. There were always books to move, new books, stationaries and boxes to bring, and shelves to clean. But the three hours weren't spent in vain as I got a return from it.
