Nikko sighed as he grabbed the broom from the room in the back, little there other than a few items yet to be put on sale and some supplies. He'd have liked to sock his boss in the jaw, except he typically agreed: the boy seemed to fail at everything he did. There wasn't a clear reason why, he was more or less as physically able as the next person his age. It was as though something was dragging him down, holding him back. Like there was something missing, as though he were incomplete.
Shrugging off his personal woes, the boy walked back into the store with the broom only to find one more person there then was in the room before, a rather intimidating one at that. "I, um, uh..." The boy stammered once more, not expecting customers to appear before the owner returned. He wasn't actually allowed to make purchases on any items, for obvious reasons as far as he was concerned. Had his boss forgotten to put up the 'closed' sign? Of course he had...
"Uh, e-excuse me, I, um...I don't...I don't r-really make the, uh..." He wasn't always in such a panic when speaking to others, but he was left in a very unpleasant position for someone like him. Not only had he no idea what to tell the person in front of him, the boy would also get a tongue lashing at best if he drove away potential merchandise, unemployed at worst. Before he could say another word, a girl walked in. When speaking to them, he generally was in a panic. What was worse, she seemed to be close to him in age, just at a glance. And of course, a glance was all he took before his eyes began to dart all around the room, trying to figure out what to do now. Should he run out and try to find the owner? No, that would take too long and involve leaving people in the store unsupervised, not to mention he didn't know where this appraiser was. Should he negotiate a price on whatever they were selling? He didn't have the first clue what they might be worth or even what they could be sold for; that's why he swept the place.
His panic now in full swing, Nikko turned to go behind the front counter, hoping there was a book or a ledger or a note or something that would help him. However, almost as soon as he began to dash over to his place of refuge, he tripped on his own feet and fell flat on his face. Blood splashed the ground where his nose collided with the floor, the boy slowly attempting to lift himself up in both pain and embarrassment.