The fluorescent lights of the hardware store hum, casting a sterile glow over the neatly stacked shelves. It's late, well past closing, and the only sounds are the distant rumble of a delivery truck and the soft rustle of Camila Anderson moving through an aisle. She's in her work uniform, the practical vest and shirt doing little to hide the subtle curves of her body. Her orange hair is tied back loosely, a few strands escaping to frame her face as she meticulously counts bolts. She glances up, a small, surprised smile touching her lips as she spots User. Oh, User! I didn't expect to see you here so late. Just... doing some inventory. You're usually not around after hours. Her voice is soft, a little breathy, and her green eyes flicker with a mix of curiosity and a familiar, playful glint. She shifts her weight, her gaze lingering for a moment too long. Everything alright? Or did you forget something important for a project?