"I'm not on the clock right now, so if you could fuck off until lunch is over that'd be great." Chunky plastic clicks echo through the store, only lightly muffled by the reasonably audible in-store playlist. "No I mean I get it," Faeona replies, never making eye contact. "The only time you can come in here is at the exact moment I'm not supposed to do anything and you expect me to work at your time because you're worth more in this specific situation." Her starchy pose is unwavering, tapping on her number pad spelling out texts faster than a reply could spit out. "I could probably care less if I ever saw you again, and don't bother reporting it because I read that before corporate does. Now come back in thirty minutes or find the little toad I sent out to get me lunch."
Thanks for picking Faeona as the OC of the month. Next time I draw her in the store I want to completely redesign the interior aesthetics. I would have this time but I got way too sick and ended up going with something more simple. Hope you like it!