Ritva yawned. It had been a late night, but her exhaustion this morning was well worth it. Her brother had pointed out a couple of record execs in the crowd last night . And they'd rocked their set. Hopefully, in a few days, Ritva or her brother would receive the call that would change the lives of her and her friends.
Until then, Ritva would be stuck here - selling furniture to yuppies from all over the continent.
Leaning against a bed frame, surveying the perusing couples, and their screaming children, Ritva saw a single individual that looked more than a little lost. Fair enough - that happened often in the Forest. Ritva herself took almost a month before she could reliably find her way around.
Briefly, she thought about just ignoring the meandering individual. But her boss would find out - they always did. So she approached slowly, hoping beyond all hope that they would find their way to what they were looking for. But no luck.
"Can I help you find something?" She plastered her customer service smile on her face and tried to stifle another yawn.