Apathetic Boy

7.

Angel

"What's your favorite color, Angel?" Zachary asked me. "Black." I look through the shirts hanging on a rack.

"That's my third favorite color! My first favorite color is purple! Beau's favorite color is pink." He chirps.

"That's a nice color." I hold a shirt to my chest.

"What's your favorite animal?" Zachary asked.

"I like cats." I put the shirt back on the rack.

"I think my favorite animal would have to be a hamster." Zachary nods in agreement, to his own statement.

"How long have you been out of school?" He asked. "Two years." I say.

"What did you go to school for?" He asked afterwards.

"Culinary. I received a full-tuition scholarship, due to my performances in school." I stated.

"That's impressive!" He exclaims.

"I suppose so, what did you go to school for?" I ask.

"Engineering! Wait, why and how are you working in a Café? Shouldn't you be considered over qualified?" He questioned.

"Great question. Yes. At first I was obviously turned down due to my over qualification, but then I was offered the job of Assistant manager, which I agreed, then the café was down a couple of workers, so I took upon being a waiter slash barrista." I explained.

"Wow. So you get paid double for being a waiter and manager?" He questioned,

"Only as Assistant manager, which I'm perfectly fine with." I answered.

"That's awesome. Hold on, I'll be right back. I'm going to use the bathroom!" He said as he dashed off.

"You aren't speaking much, are you alright?" I turn towards Beau.

"Sorry I wasn't much paying attention, Zach, if you hadn't noticed is very questionative and talkative." Beau chuckles.

"It's not very often people ask me questions about myself, and actually give a shit." I say, honestly.

"That's unfortunate, from what I heard, you seem like a very interesting person." He smiles softly at me.

"That was kind of you to say." I say,

"So.. your favorite color is pink, huh?" I say, now scanning through pants.

"Yes. Though people get very stereotypical about pink is for girls and blue is for boys, etcetera, etcetera" he explained "But I geniunely think it's a pretty color, and I know I got very personal about the color, but I felt the need to explain." He rambles.

"No, no, I understand. And it's actually a very honest opinion and I respect it." I say.

"Thank you, now if you don't mind, I would like to ask a question," he stutters.

"I don't mind, what's the question?" I ask, "How does this look? I have no sense of fashion," He says, as he holds up a cream turtle neck. "I think it's nice," I say as I reach for it, "It's polyester, which feels great against skin, though I recommend you trying it on to see if it looks good on you." I say, pressing it up against Beau's torso.

"Y-yeah. O-okay, would you come with me?" He stutters. "Of course. I want to try these pants on." I say, heading towards the try out rooms.

To which, we both recieved a card, with a number one and two on it.

I walked in first, taking a cubicle. I take of my shoes, following my pants.

I hear grunting next to me. "Um, Angel?" Beau calls put. "Yes?" I say.