Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22
“Yes, way out on the edge, near the shops,” I replied.
“Are you even allowed to be on the phone?” he
inquired and I sighed.
“No, but am I one to follow rules? Besides, we have
no customers and I’m here alone,” I complained.
“When does your shift end?” he inquired. I looked at
the clock hanging from the ceiling. I pursed my lips.
“It ends in about an hour, fifty-four minutes to be
exact,” I shrugged.
“What are you doing after work?” he asked another
question.
“I’m probably going to go home and play video
games,” I left out the part about taking a shower; like
we needed that type of awkwardness in this
conversation.
“It’s only noon,” he stated.
“It’s raining cats and dogs. There’s nothing fun to do
in the rain besides sit inside,” I replied, listening to the
rainfall on the roof of the building.
“You can always go somewhere that has fun
indoors,” he stated and I sighed again.
“Like where, the mall?” I laughed, watching as people
raced by the windows with umbrellas in their hands.
“Yeah, the mall; my sisters and I are supposed to be
heading there in about an hour. Do you want to join
us?” he invited me. I weighed my options.
It wasn’t like we’re going to be alone; his sisters are
going to be there. But you can’t really insult the guy
with his sisters around. Who says I can’t? Would
you like to leave that impression on them that you’re
a jerk? Well, I am.
“Sure,” I responded. Silence came from the other
end of the phone and I raised an eyebrow.
“Seriously?” he asked, shock flowing through the
phone.
“Do you not want me to go?” I asked, flipping
through a game magazine.
“Would I have invited you if I didn’t want you to go?”
he sarcastically retorted. He stole my words.
“Then why do you sound like you’re shocked?” I
asked.
“I didn’t expect you to want to go. I thought you
were going to make some slick comment about not
wanting to hang out with me because I’m
annoying,” he replied, amused.
“You know me so well. Anyway, I’ll meet you in the
food court. I have a customer,” I hung up quickly
and shoved my phone in my pocket. I really didn’t
need another bad review.
“Hello, young lady. How much for the game of
Halo?” an old man asked. I blinked a few times. I was
surprised by his request. I was expecting him to ask
for Trivial Pursuit for Nintendo or something.
“A used game is $40.00 and a new game us
$60.00,” I told him.
“I’ll take a new one, please,” he smiled and I nodded,
grabbing the game and placing it on the counter. He
reached forward to grab it and I stopped him.
“I’m sorry sir; you’re going to have to pay me to get
the game,” I informed him and he furrowed his
eyebrows.
“Can I get a trivial pursuit game, too?” he asked me
and I nodded, turning around. That’s more like it.
I heard footsteps and I turned to see the old man
making a run for it with the game. I hopped over the
counter (okay, maybe I took the long way and
walked around it but that doesn’t sound as cool) and
stood in front of the door. I snatched the game out
of the old hag’s hand and told him to exit the store.
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