[Working behind a counter for most of the day had made Bela a little frustrated. She enjoyed sorting through the stock, arranging it carefully and making it look appealing, but there was something lacking. No thrill.

Which is why Bela had turned to petty theft just to satisfy that need.]

Sure. I get all kinds of people coming in and out, but they don't always buy something. Their ages range from teenagers all the way up to those in their fifties so I have to try to market to everyone if I can.

I can't tell if any of them are druggies or prostitutes but a sale's a sale, right? I can't afford to be picky.

[She shrugs, taking a sip from her own glass and enjoying the burn.]

I've never done the whole nine to five thing before.