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[for Billy]
Apr. 6th, 2013 02:01 pmIn a place so different from New York, the Boutique's probably one of the few corners on this island that feels familiar: clothes, people with the same name as me...
No, seriously, almost everyone who volunteers here is named Kate. It's kind of weird, but in, like, a good way. I like it in here. Making sure the racks are tidy and the clothes are nice isn't the biggest of adrenaline rushes, but having arrived here too late in the semester to bother with classes and no Clint to drag me out crime-fighting, it gives me something to do that isn't sunbathing.
I just wish it wasn't so dead in here today. I've done pretty much all the menial tasks I can think of -- including a sweep for any wayward Tribbles -- and have finally resorted to flipping through the book I brought with me: some cheesy romance with werewolves on the cover that's written at a third grade level. I really should've paid more attention to what I was grabbing earlier.
"Yikes."
No, seriously, almost everyone who volunteers here is named Kate. It's kind of weird, but in, like, a good way. I like it in here. Making sure the racks are tidy and the clothes are nice isn't the biggest of adrenaline rushes, but having arrived here too late in the semester to bother with classes and no Clint to drag me out crime-fighting, it gives me something to do that isn't sunbathing.
I just wish it wasn't so dead in here today. I've done pretty much all the menial tasks I can think of -- including a sweep for any wayward Tribbles -- and have finally resorted to flipping through the book I brought with me: some cheesy romance with werewolves on the cover that's written at a third grade level. I really should've paid more attention to what I was grabbing earlier.
"Yikes."