Warming beams of morning light shone through the freshly cleaned glass windows. White chiffon curtains hung near the glass, making no efforts to block the pale illumination, as grey clouds loomed overhead. Droplets of rain collected on the windows, signs that an early storm had passed overnight. Still, it looked as if it might rain again sometime in the near future. This soft scenery beyond the window remained invisible to the closed eyes of a young girl, who was still in the gracious arms of sleep.

Crème colored sheets and a pale pink comforter covered her form, while strands of (h/c) hair hid her face partially. Her chest rose and fell steadily, indicating that of a peaceful slumber. Head resting on the plush crème colored pillows, with pink floral designs, she sighed gently in her sleep. A plush pink hippopotamus remained enclosed in her arms, as the girl unconsciously sought out its softness.

This scene of utter peace didn't last long, however, due to the ringing of a silver alarm clock. The striker hit the bells accordingly, creating the chaotic sound throughout the room with crème colored walls. Moaning slightly in her sleep, out of displeasure, the girl hit the clock, on the white wooden nightstand, somewhat lazily. Grumbling a few curse words at the early morning hour of eight, she pushed herself up from the bed and permitted the stuffed animal to lie freely on the sheets. Despite her great distaste of getting up early, she was starting her new job as of today, and it would be an exciting one.

Smiling lightly, she climbed out of bed before rearranging the sheets into an orderly position. Her hippopotamus sat in between the pillows, wearing its permanent and adorable neutral expression. Thus, now with her feet on the beige colored carpet, she entered her ensuite bathroom to get ready for the morning. After completing her morning routine, she stripped out of her pajamas and grabbed a proper outfit from her white wooden dresser, which was to the left of her bed. Changing into a beige v-neck, dark blue jeans and a thick maroon jacket, she went over to the pink metal shoe rack. Taking a pair of clean white socks, from a nearby beige weaved basket, she slipped them on before putting her pair of brown knee-high boots on. Leaving her (h/c) locks down, she exited her bedroom and headed into her kitchen.

Due to her not wanting to rush to her work, she poured the leftover coffee from last night into a black thermos. Adding only half and half to the beverage, she sealed the lid before leaving it on the counter to retrieve her meal from the pantry. Scanning over her selection of pop-tarts, she grabbed a packet of blueberry ones and opened the seal on it. Taking out only one, she set it on a plate and warmed it in the microwave. While the one was heating, she clipped the bag, keeping the other one fresh for later. Once her meal was heated, she took it off the plate and placed the plate in the sink for later. Thus, with coffee and pastry in hand, she grabbed her crème crossbody bag and left her apartment complex after locking her door.

Going down the metal stairwell, she basically hopped onto the sidewalk, as she took her first bite of the treat. A light smile tugging at her lips, she walked towards her destination. On her way there, though, she watched with childlike glee the colored leaves falling from the trees. The pavement, still wet from the night's storm, reflected the beautiful hues of autumn. Crisp November air greeted her lungs, and she couldn't help but enjoy the freshness of it. This was her favorite season after all. Besides, it came with the delicious pumpkin spice ground coffee. It was a scrumptious treat to look forward to in the morning, especially at this hour.

Having a certain energetic hop to her step, which came from the excitement of her new job, the small brown bear keychain on her purse began to swing back and forth. It was hard to tell that girl had just graduated college with a degree in business management. Moreover, it only made it more difficult, since she had graduated at a young age of twenty. Still, most would question the young graduate's job choice, but she had no regrets. The degree was mainly there should her position, at her new job, go up in rank. Likewise, it would help increase her chances of getting a promotion soon. Besides, she had dreamt of working at this place, since she was a child. Now, with her dream in her hands, she was ecstatic.

Of course, she was worried at first, since she hadn't heard back from the business before her graduation, for she had sent in her application a few months before the ceremony. Over the summer and early fall months, she had to work in a cubicle and fill out paper work all day. Thus, it was quite the day when the business, she wanted to work at, contacted her. Immediately, she went in for the interview and was overjoyed to find that she attained the job.

Her boots clicked against the pavement, as she took another bite of the pastry. Occasionally, another individual would pass her by, their image being reflected by the water on the sidewalk. Leaves of red, orange and yellow would crunch sometimes under someone's step. This particular sound would fall into pattern with the snap of her biting off another piece of pop-tart.

The laugh of a child joined in with the mix of sounds, and she knew she was closer to her location. She enjoyed the tune created by a child's laughter. It reminded her of her own inner child, and the fact that she hadn't really grown up in terms of a certain aspect. There was something that could never be removed from her; something she would forever hold dear. That's why she wished to work at her new job, since everyday she could now enjoy the charm of being a child encased in grand wonder.

Catching sight of the small girl, holding her mother's left hand, she recognized that familiar sparkle in the girl's hazel eyes. Wisps of curled brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, as a light pink jacket kept her warm. Pink boots with white laces accompanied the small girl's coat, while her mother directed her child to the building so close by. That particular gleam was the same that was held in (f/n)'s eyes. Never would she lose it.

As the mother and daughter entered the store, (f/n) stepped in front of the said building and placed the last of her breakfast in her mouth. Her (e/c) eyes directed themselves up to the painted sign on the two-story building. In gold lettering with a red background, the sign read: The Tinkerer's Treasure. After she glanced at the sign, her eyes fell on the store window. A paned glass window gave view to the wonders inside. Hand painted small metal airplanes hung from strings, as they pretended to soar high through the skies. Brown teddy bears, with ribbons of gold, red and blue, sat atop large wooden blocks, which were hand painted and carved as well. Wooden toy soldiers stood at the base and to the left side of the blocks. Their hand painted faces showed a proud countenance, as they held onto their wooden swords.

Grinning, she opened the painted red door, with the small window at the top. A brass bell rang upon her entrance, signaling all who were inside of her presence. Even with this announcement, the mother and daughter were caught up in looking at the magnificent toys throughout the shop. Still, all the toys made sure to give her a wondrous greeting, as they welcomed her to their home.

With her eyes delighting upon the sight of the work put into the toys, she took another step forward into the building. There was no toy store quite like this. One could easily tell that only the best craftsmanship went into the making of these toys. This quality was never diminished, as it's what kept the store's charm and attraction. Likewise, this particular shop was known throughout the world. People would come from all over the globe just to visit this toy store, since the owner refused to have any more than one shop. The owner had stated in an interview once that every toy needed to have its own unique quality and personality. Thus, they felt that having more than one shop would reduce that outcome. Granted, the man who ran the famous shop really didn't look like someone who would run a toy store. Regardless, she didn't know him personally, so who was she to judge.

Moving her way through the enchanting place, she stepped up to the wooden checkout counter. Behind it stood a woman, who was about the height of five feet and five inches. Auburn locks were fastened in a side-braid, which rested on her right shoulder. Brown eyes looked down at various papers, as she ran a pencil over the top piece of paper. Complimenting her hair and eyes was an outfit, which consisted of a chocolate brown sweater, black skinny jeans and black ankle boots. Likewise, the store's red apron went over this attire. Her nails were painted a midnight blue and had specks of gold glitter on them. Lastly, a gold hoop rested in each of her ears. Coughing lightly to get her attention, (f/n) waited patiently on the other side of the counter. The woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, glanced up at her. A look of realization crossed the woman's brown orbs before she set the papers and pencil down.

"Ah, you must be (f/n). Welcome, I'm sorry for not noticing you sooner. I was looking over the stock lists, making sure that everything was accounted for. Please follow me to the back, so I can get your apron and name tag. By the way, my name is Matilda," she replied before signaling for (f/n) to follow her.

(F/n) would've known her coworker's name beforehand, but the name tag was blocked from view due to the papers Matilda was previously holding. Thus, going to the back with her coworker, (f/n) cast another glance at the store's two current customers. They were both looking at a shelf of stuffed animals. She took notice of the small girl holding a beige rabbit with a pink bow. The (h/c)-haired girl promised herself that she wouldn't buy anything on her first day of work. Still, that rabbit looked incredibly cute. Sticking true to her word, however, she glanced away and told herself to not think of the rabbit any longer. Entering the backroom, Matilda pulled out a red apron for her coworker and handed it to (f/n).

"I'll have your name tag done in a moment. For now sign into the store worker sheet over there and take charge of the front desk for the time that I am back here," the auburn-haired woman stated, as she turned her back to (f/n).

Excited to start, (f/n) tied the apron around her form and went behind the counter.