After an hour and a half of work, Jack's good mood turned to dread as she was approached by one of the regulars, Janice. It's not that Janice was a particularly bad person. Jack didn't dislike her, per se, but dear god was she a motormouth. Every time she came to the Rabbit Hole, she would buy her books and then stay at the register for an eternity and talk the ears off of whichever poor soul was stuck there.
Jack was just just smiling and nodding while Janice talked about her trip to the grocery store earlier (in excruciating detail, of course), when a sharply-dressed man entered the store. Jack's heart soared as he approached the counter and asked for a book on acoustics.
"Of course! Follow me," she said, taking the opportunity to escape.
She led her savior to the arts section, stepping over cardboard boxes full of used books. They had just gotten a lot of book donations recently and still had to get them on the shelves. Until then, the store would remain rather cluttered (or, at least more cluttered than usual).
"Alright, the books on theater are around here. We should have what you need." She motioned to the general area on the shelf where the theater books were kept.
"So, I haven't seen you in here before. I'm Jack. Nice to meet you."