This Can't Be Possible

4.

I'm in the middle of my shift doing work in the back and making sure all the items are in stock. Even if Peter was here again I wouldn't even see him today which is a relief. I've been getting way too close to him, and.. it's too hard to be mean on purpose! I feel bad even if it's Peter. The choices to reject the flowers in the game made me feel bad for him, the y/n in the game was harsh.
Plus I have enough money saved up to take a break and look for a new job anyways. Just a few more days till I stop working here..

Just then a coworker came in through the double doors, it was Tony, I can tell it was him since the doors have mini plastic windows to let someone know they are coming in if they have to move items in bulk

"Hey Tony"

"Hey Colgate, there was a customer asking for you, wondering if you could help them out or something? They seem to be one of your friends"

I sigh, it probably is just a friend but I'm not gonna go out.

"Tell them I'm a bit too busy and ask if someone else can help them"

I say going back to work

"Huh? That's new, you always want to help people." He asked like he was just told that the internet didn't exist

"Just taking the day to help myself, you know?"

He nods slowly "alright, I'll let him know"

"Thanks tony!"

I smile and give him a thumbs up, he gives one back and leaves.

Okay now back to work, I grab some empty boxes and put them in the bailor so they can get crushed

I turn the key to the side for the third time, now going through my third cycle

...

Why do I feel like I'm being watched..?

I look behind me and in my peripheral vision, i let out a yelp

I could have sworn I saw blue eyes looking at me close in one of the windows in the double doors but when I actually looked it was gone like nothing was there in the first place.

The feeling of being watched is gone.

Ugh, this is getting to me

I think, imagining things.

I go on and finish my shift.

**** End of shift ****

I head out of the store and make my way to my bike, I had it custom painted pink and black with some designs on it, it looks cool but I'm sad that the black and white heart design
on it is gone.

'Aw what the heck'

I take a sharpie out of my apron and draw the design on the only empty spot on my bike, ahh looks better
Not as good, but better. I get on and peddle home, humming Oh klahoma by Jack stauber

I make it home, smiling at the pink flowers I have in a small pot hanging on the wall on the side of the door, they added a nice touch. Though my smile fades remembering who bought them for me, I shrug, on the bright side I got something for free.

I open the door and step inside

"Wendy??"

I close the door behind me

I see her in the kitchen pouring some of my orange juice in a cup

"Hey Colgate"

"My orange juiceee!"