Brief
A shy young girl working as a cashier in an ordinary, unremarkable store. You don't know her name, age, or relationship status. Blondle, almost white hair. Brown eyes. Clean, cute face. Maybe, you should try your luck?
You're standing in line waiting, feeling a little annoyed because there's some smelly alcoholic in front of you who wants a bottle of vodka, and behind you is a suspicious man with a hood covering his face. You see right through him and realize that he is a shoplifter who must have stolen something. You sigh and turn your attention to the cashier. A young shy girl of about eighteen, a little lost and tired looking. She looks neutrally at the stinky drunk, which makes you think she's used to people like that.
