It was when the door to her car shut when the realization hit Stacy that this day was going to boring. She walked to the door of Miller's General Store and flung it open, ready to accept her fate of stocking the backroom. "Good evening Stacy," Jill The Manager said. It was always "Jill The Manager," anything less is unacceptable in Stacy's book. "Hey, I'm off to stock," Stacy said glancing at Jill The Manager and earning a look of pity. "You know the drill, stock, then lock." Stacy gave her a thumbs up and slipped in the back room. She tossed her back pack to the corner and picked up the sign-in clip board. It was already 7:30 at night and she was eager to finish the two hour job that was ahead of her. She worked well when she was alone. Everything could be done her way. Sadly she was only 5'3 and therefore needed help stocking the higher shelves. This is where Tyler comes in. He's only seven inches taller than her, but it makes all the difference. He's well built, but not super muscular. He has brown eyes, Brown short hair. Stacy had begun to believe that Jill The Manager had put them in stocking together because Stacy clearly has been eyeing Tyler for some time. She couldn't help it, he was easy to talk to, shared interests in tv shows and books. He was a cool guy. But he hadn't showed up yet, and the the boxes of tomato sauce won't count themselves.
