It is another late night on the job. Surprisingly the vent
in the far back echoed loud sounds of clicking and shuttering quite more
noticeably today, causing dust particles to bounce off the metal and float
softly in the air. Business is slow tonight. I've seen one customer. He tapped
the display window with his index and murmured that he wanted four of both the
red and blue text paper. His sweat splattered on the counter and he wiped it
with his sweat drenched shirt. What I would do to get out of here and play some
basketball I quietly wondered to myself. Besides serving the sweaty
customer, I spent my spare time leaned
back in my scratchy cloth chair and casually ate my crunchy bacon cheddar
chips. Tick Tick Tick, groaned the clock
on the wall, reminding me of my freedom to be granted in one hour and also that
my homework awaits me then. I leaned down to my backpack and grabbed the
zipper. The zipper threads were goofed up and it required me to give it a good
tug to get past the broken part. I saw the shadow of delicate hands from the
corner of my eye tap on the glass and it made pleasant clicking sound, similar
to that of tap dancing shoes. I tilted my head to catch her beaming smile.
"Hey,
do you work here?" she asked politely. My eyelids flickered and I automatically
sat straight up. Her vanilla perfume aroma drifted by my nose making it twitch
and tingle. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a little more, doubtful of the image I
saw before me. Her smile was tremendous showing her sparkly white teeth. Her
eyes captivated my attention and unconsciously, my mouth gaped open, lost for
words. Her eyes squinted, then she giggled. She kept smiling and just stared
into my eyes. The clicking and shuttering of the vent faded in and out in the
background. I could not believe she came back. Is this really happening or did
I fall asleep in my chair?
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