“We’re closing.” The voice is cold, haughty, and seemingly pissed off. I turn to my right and look down slightly to see an employee in a red polo shirt and beige capris glaring at me. Her arms are folded, and her nails are painted black, though I notice they’re chipped, almost as if she enjoys picking at them. Studying her features, I take note of her dark, faded blue eyes. They could almost be gray.
