As she came back into consciousness, the first thing she heard were the waves. For a brief moment, she was very confused, and even more so when her eyes opened up to a dark sky. Crux blinked several times in succession, attempting to see past the haziness that clouded her vision. Once she took in her surroundings, it only took her a second to realize she had fallen asleep. Most people probably would have been concerned about falling asleep in such a public place, but the realization hardly even phased the young witch as she sat up, brushing sand out of her hair. There was a surf competition coming into Hossegor, which meant One Sip Wonders had been ten times busier than it normally was, and it would only get worse the next day. In the last hour of her shift, they had run out of both mangoes and kiwis; they would be receiving nearly double in stock in what they would have normally ordered to accommodate all of the business.
All of the nonstop work had clearly worn her out; Crux almost always spent at least a few minutes on the beach after she worked, enough to be aware that falling asleep wasn't typical. She didn't own a watch, but judging by the sky she had been knocked out for at least an hour or two. It had already been dark whenever she had left the stand, but the moon wasn't nearly as high as it was now.
What perfect timing! It was like the Earth knew what she was there for, and woke her up just in time. She dug through her bag in the moonlight, quickly extracting the binoculars which were easily the biggest item present. It didn't appear that anything had been stolen, but she wasn't too sure and it wasn't much of a concern anyways. Crux didn't make a habit of carrying too many valuables on her person, and didn't have that many to begin with; she didn't attach herself to material possessions very easily, so in her mind everything she had was replaceable.
They rose to eye level, bright light filling her eyes almost immediately. The next couple of minutes were spent making adjustments, small, slight changes to try to maximize the quality of the moon. Just as she was beginning to get a good look at the moon's surface, which was incredibly easy to see that night, she was interrupted. When she peeled her eyes from the lenses, she was greeted by an old lady, questioning her on what she was looking at. She offered a smile, before returning her eyes to the lenses, aware the woman had no idea what she had just opened herself up to. "I'm trying to find a lunar crater. They're really hard to see, even with my binoculars; you definitely can't see them. If you know where the major craters are, then you might be able to recognize them. Which isn't really much, but I mean, if you think about it, they're pretty much the coolest thing about the moon. Craters are almost wholly created by meteoric collision with the moon; do you know how many meteors that means have collided with Earth's moon?! not to mention that the oldest are believed to be over two billion years old? I don't even know if I can comprehend that. What else do you think was going on two billion years ago? Like think about pretty much everything that is important in your life, and it probably was not even a figment of a figment of a figment of a possibility of a remote idea then. And that's even if there was even anything there to think then, which there wasn't. And yet meteors were flying around all willy nilly. No fucking way. Which I guess makes us pretty insignificant if you think about it, no offense."
