four: three bucks an hour with no future

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STEVE HATED THE afternoon shift at work

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STEVE HATED THE afternoon shift at work.

"Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That's a buck-twenty-five," he said, scooping ice cream for two teenage girls. "Anything else?"

As one of the girls began to eat her ice cream, the other started to dig for change in her purse. He recognized one of them as Anna Jacobi, one of the prettier girls in his graduating class. 

Excellent.

Whenever he looked at her again, he realized she was wearing a university shirt. "Ooh, Perdue. Fancy."

"Yeah, I'm excited," Anna replied, and both girls giggled as Steve started to operate the cash register.

"Yeah, you know, I considered it, Perdue, but then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know, before I hit college, see what it feels like. Kinda like, uh, I don't know, see what it's like to earn a working man's wage, you know? Uh..." The register beeped at him as he continued to awkwardly push buttons. "Oh, I'm sorry," he muttered before continuing on. "I think that's, like, really important."

"Yeah, totally."

"Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun. We should kind of like, you know, I don't know, maybe hang out this weekend or—Oh, sorry about that," he said as he dropped her spare change on the counter, coins flying everywhere. "Uh... I don't know. Maybe next weekend or—"

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