Nadia

Beep, beep, beep. The monotonous sound of the scanner accompanied each product that Nadia slid across the counter, while her face reflected the boredom of an endless night. The cold white light of the premises contrasted with the heat of her cell phone, which she glanced at every time she could. The automatic door of the store burst open, breaking the monotony of the scene. Nadia looked up and felt a slight tickle in her stomach. "The pretty gal..." Nadia thought, trying to hide her interest in the customer who was entering the aisles of the store.