Time Is More Valuable Then Money {Private - Célestine}

Célestine regarded the building in front of her with an expression of distaste before sighing and lightly pushing on the right-side door. It swung open much more easily than the girl had expected, and she resolved that perhaps this store wasn’t so broken down and about to go out of business as she had first assumed. After all, the windows seemed to be quite clean as well... oh, that was right. Blinking to herself, the red haired girl ignored the distracting components of her surroundings and instead focused on her goal; that is, to buy a carton of milk. Célestine glanced around and allowed her demeanor to relax, as it seemed that there were a few people still around, and she wasn’t in the mood to commit a murder today after someone saw through her façade.

Striding further into the small store, the girl perused the shelves until it occurred to her that of course, milk would be in the refrigerated section. On her way there, Célestine shook her head at her own actions; there was just an odd feeling in the atmosphere today, and she was having more trouble staying grounded than usual. The girl chose the first carton of milk she saw, which happened to be a gallon of 2%. Célestine carried the large plastic container to the nearest checkout area-- she was unfamiliar with the setup of stores such as these but knew that as long as she acted as though she were at her leisure, no one would notice a single thing. And of course, no one bothered to survey the customers much at all, unless they seemed particularly dangerous; and Célestine was dressed like a student of Amesti Springs Girls Academy, a college only a little ways away from this store.

The girl automatically smiled at the cashier as she placed the milk onto the counter. She placed her purse beside the milk and unzipped it, fishing around for a little while before managing to procure a twenty dollar bill. Célestine then handed the money to the cashier, whom she realized was a young man, and gave another smile. ”Thank you very much,” she said cheerfully, her French accent barely discernable after spending half of a year in North America. Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to socialize a bit, the redhead inquired with a conversational tone, ”Are you a student as well?”