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>It's been two weeks since I've moved to Skin Row thanks to the "benevolence" of my father. The singular stipulation being I pick up a job and feed myself. Can't even stomach to support his progeny at their lowest, whatever. Thankfully the place has no shortage of shitty little local markets needing a cashier or someone to bust ass and haul goods. I happen to currently be doing the former.
>It's been tough to keep my head down during school between Naser and Reed attempting to graft me into their friend groups. Thankfully I've managed to evade them to the best of my abilities. Eating alone at lunch isn't exactly something I enjoy doing but choosing between Naomi's incessant yapping and Trish trying to kill me via look alone dissuades me from trying to rectify that.
>As I'm tapping away on my phone, typing up a reply to some shmuck on this Korean Competitive Cross stitching forum I hear someone clear their throat to grab my attention.
>A beautiful black spotted Saurian woman with flowing brunette hair is looking down at me. The alarms in my head start shooting off, alerting me of her presence. The alarms in my head sounding off loudly.
>"Y-yes how can I help you?" I stutter out, practiced
>she says something that I can't understand in some foreign language before correcting herself
>"Yes, just this please." she says, holding out a small bag of groceries
>"Of course."
>As she hands me the bag of produce our hands quickly bump. The alarms now cranking up to deafening levels as I take the bag to set it on the scale.
>I've learned a couple things while working this little stand with the old woman that owns it, firstly being the fact that drawing repeat customers is a big deal and the easiest way to do so is show a little kindness.
>As the scale settles and I tack away at the register I sneak a few glances again at the Saurian woman, donning a maroon sweater and a long skirt. She really is quite pretty but she looks to be in her 30s at least.
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