𓈒𓏸 the spin station ༄.°

@✧˚ j. jaehyun it's been minutes since he came in— snooping around each aisle with a steady crease on his forehead, head turning towards her ever so often before he bends down to look at the lower shelves. she's seen him do this a couple of times— trying to look lost; if he wasn't scratching his head, he had his hands on his hips. and she watches, dark eyes trained on him like a hawk, lips pulled into a thin line. she waits a few more minutes before she prowls toward him— rechecking the shelf he’s gone through three times already— with a metal broom in her hand. she waits at the corner— at the right where she knows he’d turn to again, and steps in front of him with a blank look on her face, brandishing her weapon of choice without looking like she'd hit him with it. controlling her voice, she asks in a cool tone, “is there something i could help you with?”

she’d dealt with shoplifters in all walks of life. he’s not her first rodeo, but she's a new recruit and she’d hate to disappoint lisa when the woman had been nice to hire her despite her poor social skills. “because if you're not gonna buy anything, i suggest you leave.”