Murphie played with the swirly colored hair bun on her head. It was the finishing touch to her work outfit. Her work outfit was pretty much what she wore to school earlier - a denim looking blouse thing, tan shorts and platformed Mary Janes - a red apron and a neatly placed name tag. Again it seemed that she was in charge of the store front. Was she curious as to what really went down in the back of the store, absolutely, but she wasn’t going to risk her job in trying to find out. She sighed; no one was even in the store right now and she was tempted to let her mind wander.