When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E25

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

“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.