Post by monaco on Oct 24, 2012 14:14:54 GMT -5
The setting sun’s rays managed to tenaciously still pass through a few panes of the store’s front window, signifying the end of the day for Granor, so that soon most of the stores, shops, and markets would be closing their doors and their patrons and owners heading home. This was the norm of everyday, for most. Adèlie too, like her fellow shop owners, was beginning to close for the day: putting away books back onto shelves, taking out her frequently used duster and giving the bookstore one final, though thorough, dusting to take advantage of the slowness of the end of the day, tidying in general. It didn’t matter if she was tired or eager to get home, the woman was precise and took her tidiness quite seriously, plus the fact that she couldn’t exactly go home, even once she’s locked up and left. With the end of the day, came night, and with night came Adèlie’s second job, located elsewhere in the city.
Until then, there was still plenty more she could do and she noted the mental list in her head as she did task after task keeping an eye on the front door, because one never knows when that last customer could come in, deciding that it was a good idea to go book shopping at closing time. Picking up a taller stack of books, she made it halfway to the bookshelf she was headed for before she stopped and sighed. A wave of exhaustion hit her, as it usually did around this time, and she fought off the urge to yawn, before continuing on her journey and commenced to return the books to their proper places. With that done, the dancer crossed her arms and stared at the numerous titles of the volumes, procrastinating in moving on to her next chore. Frowning and slightly dreading having to do anymore at that time, she turned slowly to gaze out of the window onto the darkening street of the Trade District.
“They’ll be lighting the lamps soon…”she spoke softly, thoughtfully. There was still a good half-hour before she could actually lock up and, upon thinking about it, she didn’t have much left to do. Weighing her options but in the end it was a large yawn that helped steer her decision, Adèlie went to the little stove in the back and put on the kettle, still full of water form when she had filled it earlier, and lighted the fire so that the water would come to a boil. A couple cups of tea should be enough for her to get through her busy night. Leaning back against the wall behind her, the woman looked back towards the front door, half-expecting for someone to walk in and half-hoping that they didn’t at the same time.
Until then, there was still plenty more she could do and she noted the mental list in her head as she did task after task keeping an eye on the front door, because one never knows when that last customer could come in, deciding that it was a good idea to go book shopping at closing time. Picking up a taller stack of books, she made it halfway to the bookshelf she was headed for before she stopped and sighed. A wave of exhaustion hit her, as it usually did around this time, and she fought off the urge to yawn, before continuing on her journey and commenced to return the books to their proper places. With that done, the dancer crossed her arms and stared at the numerous titles of the volumes, procrastinating in moving on to her next chore. Frowning and slightly dreading having to do anymore at that time, she turned slowly to gaze out of the window onto the darkening street of the Trade District.
“They’ll be lighting the lamps soon…”she spoke softly, thoughtfully. There was still a good half-hour before she could actually lock up and, upon thinking about it, she didn’t have much left to do. Weighing her options but in the end it was a large yawn that helped steer her decision, Adèlie went to the little stove in the back and put on the kettle, still full of water form when she had filled it earlier, and lighted the fire so that the water would come to a boil. A couple cups of tea should be enough for her to get through her busy night. Leaning back against the wall behind her, the woman looked back towards the front door, half-expecting for someone to walk in and half-hoping that they didn’t at the same time.