my angel//l.h. au

• p r o l o g u e •

Friday nights at Charleston's Grocer were the epitome of boring. Barely anyone trickled in and when they did, they were hardly interesting. If I worked at Walmart, at least somewhat intriguing people would shop there.

But alas, here I was 9:47 p.m. and only a couple of shoppers roamed the facility. I watched them from my place at the cashier register, chewing on my now flavorless gum with a strong resting bîtch face.

Working a register turns you into a hard person, I tell you.

A desperate housewife rolls her cart into my checkout and starts to place her items on the belt. I roll my eyes at her outfit when she has her back turned.

It was seriously too late for six inch heels and full makeup face. Not to mention, my eyes were almost blinded by the bling she was sporting.

I should sue. Then maybe I could quit and never return to this hellhole. Bagging groceries seriously gets old.

"Hello. How are you?" I try to keep the I-want-to-die from my voice as I talk to the customer like my manager, Jim, requires.

Jim was probably the worst part about this job. He was constantly on my case about everything. If I didn't seem happy enough to the customers, Jim would magically appear and talk my ass off about being friendly.

Charleston's is in the center of a very rich city. We're talking celebrity rich here. The store is basically an extremely fancy Walmart. So customer service is obviously very important when you're bagging groceries for some CEO. I'm not the most positive, upbeat person and Jim was done with my shît.

If I mess up one more time, I'm screwed.

However, Jim is not working at the moment and my bitch levels were at all an time high.

"You going somewhere fancy?" I ask the desperate housewife and purposefully smack my gum. I know she's not going anywhere, this was just her usual attire.

"No..." She answers and looks at me questioningly.

"Oh. Looks like you're on your way to see the queen," I snicker.

I'm such a bîtch.

I'm just about finished with her groceries when he walks in.

Tall, blonde, delicious. Basically just waiting for me to pounce on him.

Things might just get a little interesting here at Charleston's.

"That'll be $107.50," I tell the woman and grab the money she puts down. Charleston's is also expensive as fûck. These people were getting ripped off, but they'd rather be jipped than step foot in Walmart.

I finally finish with the woman. I had lost sight of the blonde, but I was sure I could find those tall legs again.

Hmm, looks like the shelves need to be scanned immediately. You know, inventory and the sort.

I step out from behind my counter and make my way towards the back of the store where I think he went. I pretend to be working hard while I scan the aisles.

I'm pretending to restock the shelves when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I pivot around and come face to face with the blonde. Well, face to chest more like.

"Sorry, are you busy?" He asks and nervously rubs his neck.

Damn, I'm a good actor.

"No, no it's fine. What do you need?" I give him an award winning smile and crane my head to gaze into his blue eyes. Ahh, yes. Dreamy, just the way I like them.

"Uhh...do you sell condoms here?" He looks away from my eyes, hand still placed on the back of his neck. I take his diversion to look at his flexed bicep. He looks back at me and I quickly look away from his toned arm.

"Um, yeah we do. I'll show you where they are," I answer and begin to walk away, looking behind me to make sure he's following. I catch him staring at my ass before he quickly fixes his eyes back onto mine. I turn back around and smirk.

Yes, things are definitely becoming interesting here at Charleston's.

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