Ethan glanced up from the screen when someone came in and did a double-take when he saw the elf was looking at him. His fingers paused over the keyboard. He had never seen the elf before in his life, but when he was smiled at, he only thought it polite to smile back. He dipped his head in a brief nod and turned his attention back to his work. It was a little harder to focus now, maybe because of the new person in the store. Every time he started to type, his eyes would drift over to the stranger. Everyone who was coming in from outside was going to be wet and some people liked that better than others, so that wasn't why he was distracted. It had to do with the way that he looked at Ethan- like he recognized him. It was intimidating.

He shook off the feeling and glued his eyes to his screen and concentrated deeply on the task in front of him. He didn't dislike his job as much as he despised the restrictions put on his intuition and creative freedom. He wasn't any ordinary journalist; He was one of many reporters that worked for the government. It was important because not everyone could be trusted to spread the lies from the government. Any wavering on his part could result in some severe consequences.

Ethan blinked, realizing he had zoned out for a moment. Nothing new was written. Habitually, he reached out for the drink he would normally keep at the corner of his laptop, but grasped at air. He threw a glance to the woman waiting on someone else and decided he could wait a little longer.