Thrift Shop in a Thrift Shop

Annabeth sighed. Working at Salvation Army got monotonous sometimes. Every day, she sat behind the cash register and rung people up for hours. Things were slow, so she would sit there and pull out an architecture book to save her brain from withering away in disuse. The only reason she even worked there was to get a little extra money for college. She should be grateful to have a job at all, but it was hard to be when she was so bored.

She was reading The Architecture of Happiness when she heard the door chime ring indicating someone had entered the store. Annabeth didn't bother looking up until she heard a couple lines of Thrift Shop.

"I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket," a guy's voice sang.

Annabeth stared at the guy in disbelief. He was probably taller than she was, and had black hair and green eyes. He was actually pretty cute. But why on earth was he singing that son-Oh. Because she worked in a thrift shop. Duh.

"I bet you think you're real funny," she called out.

The guy grinned at her. "Well I made your day, didn't I?"

"Idiot," she said but couldn't prevent the smile that spread across her face. This was the most interesting thing that had happened at work in weeks.

The guy grinned. "So your name is Annabeth, huh?" He squinted at her name tag momentarily. "Mine's Percy."