Heidi-the-Grumpy-Checkout-Chick and Eve felt their way in the dark to the Service Desk to find a torch. Noah followed the groans and curses the other two made getting there.
The path was filled with obstacles. He bumped into what felt like some discarded trolleys, a magazine rack, and a stand filled with small packets that scattered everywhere.
They squeaked loud enough to drown out the shopping centre muzak when he stood on them.
“Hang on. We haven’t lost all the electricity if we can still hear the music. It must just be the light fuse that’s blown,” said Noah.
“Oh, you’re an electrician now?” Eve laughed.
“Your boyfriend’s a genius,” deadpanned Heidi.
“She’s not my… oh forget it,” Noah sighed, deflated. If Heidi-the-Grumpy-Checkout-Chick is dissing you, he thought, you know you’ve hit rock bottom.
“I dunno though,” Eve added. “The supermarket’s just one store. Is there just one lighting fuse for the whole shopping centre or does every shop have one?”
Noah imagined the manager of every store fumbling ‘out the back’ trying to remember where the fuse box was. Didn’t make sense. If the whole centre’s gone out at the same time, the blackout’s bigger than the shopping centre, he thought.
“The blackout’s bigger than the shopping centre,” Heidi drawled.