DAY 62, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER
R: Done at 9:30? On a Friday night?
K: Yep.
R: That's early. Did something not get delivered? Did someone die? A fire so you had to stop early?
K: Not that I know of. Apparently the new one works efficient.
R: Nice. I hope they work a lot of evenings then. And preferable take over my evening-shifts. I've been really dreading getting those.
K: They must be exhausted, though. And they can take over mine as well while they're at it. It won't be long before they also start to despise them.
R: No doubt. I haven't met them yet. How are they?
K: They're nice. Apparently they didn't know about the overtime in the evenings.
R: A nasty surprise that must've been. I can't imagine they were happy to hear that.
K: Yeah. I remember my first overtime. The amount of curse words floating around in my head...
R; I don't want to know.
K: Thanks for picking me up, by the way.
R: What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?
K: You're right.
R: Besides, I'm not letting you ride your bike all the way to my house, alone, when it's dark outside. Going back and forth with the scooter is faster than that single trip.
K: Definitely. Especially after an evening of work with the manager present.
R: The manager was there? I see you're still standing. How did you survive?
K: I must have some hidden power I haven't discovered yet.
R: Awesome. Tell me when you find out.
K: I will.
R: Here's your helmet.
K: Thanks.
R: Oh, before we leave.
K: Yeah?
R: Here. I got you something.
K: What is this? I can't read it in the dark.
R: It's an ointment. For your bruises. I uh... noticed you had them. Again.
K: Take it back.
R: Why?
K: I can take care of myself.
R: Apparently not. What did you even do? Did you fall?
K: I don't need you to buy me stuff like this. I don't need anyone to do that.
R: Why are you making this such a problem? I'm just trying to be nice.
K: You're the one making this a problem. Bruises go away by themselves. Don't spend your money on stuff like this. Definitely if it isn't even for yourself.
R: I can't take care of you? We're friends, remember?
K: Yes, we are. But that doesn't mean I want you to buy things for me I didn't ask for. Especially on our salary.
R: It's my decision what I do with my money.
K: I want you to take it back and return it to get your money back.
R: Stop shoving it in my hands. Just put it in your bag and forget about it.
K: It's not mine.
R: And I don't need it. Take it, please.
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The Stockers (Completed)
Teen Fiction'If I live through this, I can do anything I want. No experience will ever be as awful as this one. I'll come out the other way stronger than ever.' Six stock clerks fight against fatigue and boredom in the store they work at. It creates a bond stro...
