Slipping into the backroom, Gwen's coworker closed the door as silently as possible. She was late coming back from lunch. Not that Gwen would complain, but the owner had been known to pop in this close to Christmas to help out if they were busy. And she caught sight of Creepy Steven on her way back. The older man flirted and asked her out constantly even though he was older than her father. He made enough purchases that the owner insisted they play nice. And Steven wasn't gross, just so old, too old for her. She heard Gwen declare something exciting, which meant she was with a customer, not Steven. She sighed, once more into the breach. At least this paid her bills, even if just only. She emerged from the backroom, "Gwen, I'm back and the storeroom is done." Her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight of Gwen's customers.