Kevin fixed his cap and wiggled his finger, a nervous habit perhaps to get rid of any anxiety or possibly stress before a long shift of work and possibly having to deal with agile customers with about as much sense as a gnat with it's rear end on fire. Casually strolling along the small isle between the registers and the various isles lined with soups, common goods, quick eats or even spices with his head turned to the side slightly to spy on the cashiers, gauging and observing but really he's just trying to build up confidence to try out this mystical ability gifted upon him by the shard. Spotting Jessica neatly slipping the proper amount of change and bills into her register, Allison leaned against her register without so much enthusiasm or desire to be at work going off the dark circles beneath her eyes hinting to a little scuffle or long night out about unlike Becky who rocked from side to side with a smile of glee written on her face while typing away on her phone, probably picking up a new comic online to talk about or read in between rushes of customers and lastly was Nicole with her chest pressed up against the register conveyor belt and her eyes following the trail of a fly, cheeks resting in her hands and her butt swaying from side to side as though she was a cat getting ready to leap on the bug.
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