The worst part about convenience stores was, naturally, their convenience. It meant that when someone decided to forego them on account of their atrocious working conditions and the like, that meant forsaking a lot of convenience as well. Which was doubly bad when one needed supplies that could not be found anywhere else in town. Compounded by the Silph Co taking over whole markets in said towns, that was becoming more and more prevalent over time. When she’d been a child, there had been a lot of smaller, more specialized stores. These days it was usually concentrated in both big and small Pokemarts and the like that basically carried everything an ordinary person would need to live.
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But that only made it so much harder to go through life without them. Usually, the skirted and shirted young woman managed, be it through actually monetarily supporting those smaller shops where she could find them, cooking her own food or going to restaurants. But there were toiletries that were hard to acquire outside of specialized stores or, well, Pokemarts. So sometimes, sadly, she did find herself visiting those after all.
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And it was often….difficult. Granted, she was not completely helpless. However, this store in particular suffered from something that she had experienced herself: the corporately demanded, nonsensical reshuffling that so often made life harder for retail workers and and customers’ lives harder. It got people browsing, for they were looking for things that they knew the store carried. But for someone that really did not want to spend any more time than necessary in here than necessary, it was increasingly harsh.
Especially since she just could not find the darn things. Somewhat frantically, she started looking for them harder – until eventually when flipping through shelves, she somehow toppled over a stack of toilet paper near some other customer with a yelp, just looking back and forth in the aftermath, as if not knowing what to do.


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Oh, right. Cleaning up. She should do that, too. Seeing the stranger start picking up the rolls had her swiftly follow suit, as if she needed someone to simply go and show her the way like this. Obviously, she wasn’t always like this. In fact, she had picked up more disarrayed rolls of toilet paper than most people would in their whole lives already. But that was just it – doing so did remind her of things she just didn’t want anything to do with anymore. But back then, she’d always done it by herself. Having someone else around like this was already enough to disassociate herself from that particular feeling and breathe in a bit more, go a little more steady in that regard.
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The fact that his face looked like it was taken for granite didn’t bother her much though. Actions speaking louder than words or facial expressions or something like that. Plus, a smile or something like that would have just creeped her out, so this was a lot better by default. This way, his question had a bit more weight, too, and didn’t sound like something people just said like that. “I am…not okay, no.” It kind of seemed pointless to lie about this if she couldn’t hide her distress, after all. “I’m just not good with places like these anymore is all. It will be…okay, I think.”



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