♥ Lance ♥
The pharmacy was bright and loud in the late afternoon. Lights hummed, shelves stood in neat rows, and the steady beep of the till came from the front. I liked that sound. It meant things were working. As a manager, this was my space to keep in line. I had studied too long and worked too hard to treat it like anything less than important. I stood behind the dispensary counter with a clipboard in my hand. Boxes of medication are lined up on the shelves behind me in strict order. Chronic scripts in one section, over-the-counter items in another. I saw one box slightly skewed and reached up to straighten it. Small things mattered. Small things became big things if you ignored them long enough.
“Ana,” I called. My dispenser popped her head around the corner, and a pen behind her ea
