business in the store was slow as usual. your dad was out doing who knows what with those volleyball kids, and you had to take over all his shifts.
it wasn't hard work, since the shop was basically deserted. but you basically worked from when school ended until the store closed.
so, you would just sit there behind the counter, reading a book or using your phone. occasionally, your great-grandmother would come in and deliver things, which usually scared the shit out of you because you never expected it.
but your life was never anything special. school, work, and then repeat.
