The girl behind the counter stared with a confused expression at the redhead. "Er---"
She scratched her head, unsure of what to say. She certainly wasn't Liz, like the girl had shouted at her, but the look on the redhead's face made it seem like she should at least know a Liz. "Can..I help you?"
Because, really, all she wanted to do was end her shift and get back to her flat. Her very tiny, empty flat, but it was hers nonetheless. It had taken her a few months to save up for it, but she had, and now with the extra shifts she'd picked up at the restaurant, maybe she could afford cable now.
But, for now, she had to deal with this crazy person. She stuck out her hand, "I'm Belle, are you looking for someone?"
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