Chamise Allen
"Phew!"Cammie let out a huge sigh as she emerged into the cool air of the mall. She had just come from early morning track practice, as was her usual Saturday routine. The club had added this extra practice to their weekends at the last minute, and Cammie found herself very grateful that her manager was so accommodating to these things. Maybe it was just because it was athletic-related, but she was still very thankful.
Man, I'm beat... She had been up since 6am running, and now she would need to work until closing. This was definitely the most difficult day of her week.
And Quint is going to be so upset that I ripped my uniform, again...She looked down at her torn pants and sighed, already knowing the lecture to come. Cammie had been a long-time customer of his parents' tailoring shop, but when she was transferred to the mall from Sports Galore's bigger chain, they suggested going to see him because of the easier commute. This had been the third time she'd needed to see him just in the week the mall had been open.
We barely met and he probably already hates me for this... Oh well. Now wasn't the time to worry about things like that. Her shift started in 30 minutes - just after the lunch break - and there was a store with customers waiting to be matched with the equipment that they would carry with them to their busy physical lives. Her eyes glistened happily just thinking about the rows of shiny baseball bats and basketballs and jerseys hanging in the store.
Once she got to the store, she quickly greeted her manager and changed into the designated uniform - a bright red polo shirt with a soccer ball logo - not the most flattering thing, but then Cammie had never been one to care much about appearances. To her, it was more important to be a good person; and who had time for things like clothes, anyway? She only wore light makeup because her mother insisted she needed to make a good impression in this new country. Not that guys ever bothered to look her in the face, anyway. She was... erm... a little more "well-endowed" than other girls, you could say, and it really gained her some unwanted attention. But she was more than prepared to protect herself, so hopefully her mother wasn't worrying too much, these days.
Even before her break, Cammie took a walk through the store to make sure everything was in its proper place. With the socks especially, customers tended to displace items as they sifted through to find what they wanted. It really wasn't near as bad as it was in America, though - she had some horror stories she could tell about working retail over there! Suddenly, she noticed that there was a sign in front of the bathroom in the back.
Huh...? Wet floor? Didn't they mop in the morning? That was worrisome. She quickly took a look inside and saw that the floor was covered in water.
"Holy crap!" She exclaimed by mistake, taking a surprised step back. Apparently the toilet had flooded and the manager didn't have the time to fix it - so she set up a sign and ignored it. Sometimes it irritated Cammie how thoughtless the manager could be.
"You could have called me! Ehh... I-I'll be back!" So much for a break! Straight from practice to this mess. Quickly, she turned and sprinted down the hall to find the supply closet with tools. Maybe she'd be able to fix it before her shift started. After all, her father had taught her a couple useful things. As she sprinted, she saw Sora outside of the anime store and let out a big, cheesy smile.
"Hi, Sora!" Just the person she needed! He could help with this mess! And he didn't seem to be busy, at the moment.
"Hey, come with me for a second? We've got an emergency!" She asked, but she didn't give him any time to reply as she snatched his hand, still running down the hall with him now in tow. If there was anything more fun than running, it was running with another person.
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