T u e s d a y

y o o n g i

Life sucks. Especially when you work at a grocery store. But what am I suppose to do? Stop paying rent just because my job sucks and I don't want it anymore? It's a complicated thing, and sometimes I hate living it. Jin, my roommate, would kick me out if I did quit though.

He hates slackers.

And I'm a huge slacker so how'd we end up rooming together?

Well, that's easy, working at a grocery store won't pay rent all alone. So I live with Jin. He pays his half and I pay mine. Simple.

And I'm here. At the grocery store. I'm standing behind the lone counter in the little market. It's late, 21:30-ish and I'm more ready to be home than ever. The store was quiet, per usual. Not many people came here at this time, and I was suppose to close it at 22:00.

Only 30 more minutes of prison.

I closed my eyes, hugging myself to keep warm. It was the middle of winter. The brisk air made for a chilly store, complete with frost on the walls and a broken heater. I sighed heavily, thinking about warm things.

D i n g

Customers. Ew.

I cursed under my breath to see a singular boy walk in. He sort of glowed, with his soft brown hair and plump lips. His face was relaxed yet smiley.

A happy person. Ew.

I watched intently, as he strides over to a small soda bin we have. He gives it a quick stare, judging the sodas, until he finally reaches in, and grabs a grape soda. Aka, the worst soda ever.

He turns around, smiley, and gently sets down the drink on the counter.

I stared at the drink, annoyed, wondering why he just so needed to come here at this time for a soda. A fucking soda.

"Grape. It sucks," I say, ringing it up on the register.

The kid tilts his head to the side, confused, "What do you mean?"

I pick up the soda and shove it in his face, "Grape taste like medicine. The worst, and I mean worst, flavor."

"O-oh, well, you see~"

"$2.09." I interrupt, not caring what he has to say.

He had to most baffled expression, which quickly died down as he began pulling out his wallet, giving me three ones. I plop the grape soda in a plastic bag, handing the kid it and his change.

He stares at me. As I stare at him.

And then, he leaves.

And that's when I realize he was practically radiating heat, because now I feel cold.

And then I leave the grocery store.

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Ah.