Joseph watched Felicia flirt with a customer and checked off a little box in his head.  The part-timer was pretty, and she wasn’t dumb, but she never kept her mind on what she was doing.  That was what you got with teenagers.  While she chatted, half a dozen more customers came in after him, and she didn’t give them the time of day.  She was getting written up this time.  Grumbling to himself, he stomped across the lobby floor to chew her out.  He didn’t even see the figure by the entrance pull out his boot gun and fire.