Personal Narrative: Welcome To Charlotte Russe

It was a Saturday Night, we were starting to get a bit busy. Apparently, there was a college party that night, we had a lot of college women doing last minute shopping for attention seeking outfits. There was four of us working that night, Jaime, the manager, Jessica, working shoes, Heather on the register, and myself in the front/greeter. Now when we had people in the store that look suspicious or ones we know that steal we call them friends through our headsets.
Midway into our shift about 7:30 pm, I had greeted a group of five ladies, “hello welcome to Charlotte Russe,” no response. I noticed two of them carrying very large totes and the moment they walked in they split into two different groups.
I spoke to my headset, “two possible groups
of friends have walked in”. I made eye contact with Jaime and pointed with my eyes in the direction of both groups. The girls and I were on alert like a security detail in a movie standing guard waiting for the criminals to make their move. I walked over to one group who were hanging around our Night section looking at some shirts.
I asked, “Are you ladies finding everything okay?”
She pretended to not hear me, I tried again, “is there anything I can help you ladies find?”
“We are fine thanks.” Rude, cringing as I walk away from the snob in her tone. But I heard her whisper to her friend “we better hurry up”.