It had been a long day at work. Three spills in the milk isle and more than a handful of reengage children pulling items off the lower shelves. She couldn't let herself leave until everything had been put back into order and then she had to do her own shopping. Her head was spinning and she was tired.

Then the bag broke. She was so close to the end of her shift and the bag broke. It was her fault really. She should have used a plastic bag instead of a paper one. Maybe this was karma's way of saying that things were going to smoothly.

Her head snapped up when she heard the voice speak above her. "Oh. Hello." Ruri stared for a second before snapping back to attention. "Sorry. I mean I could use help."

For a writer, she was certainty having a hard time figuring out what to say.