Eventually, after many hours of work, Garret picked up his phone and swiftly opened up a contact named "Gi," one of the only contacts on his list that wasn't his dad or sister.
"dog."
"What?"
"dog i got the house to myself + rora tonight."
"I'm guessing you want me to come over?"
"yes mf can i make it any more obvious i want
to play shit video games"
"gianni"
"gi you there"
"gi please"
"Ah! Sorry, I was telling my brother."
"mf you are fine. if i ever hear you apologize again
you are DEAD."
"We're not doing any running from the locos
tonight right?"
"HA no"
"no why would we ever do that"
"no fr we are not doing that again that was awful
and it cost me like"
"my whole paycheck of like a week I think"
"Alright, then I could be convinced. How long
should I stay for?"
"idk like the whole night??"
"Bro."
"bro"
"Fine."
"HAHA FUCK YES"
"DOG i will make it worth your while ive got pizza
on DECK"
"Wow, pizza? I can't wait for fine dining."
"shut up you know blimbo's has the best pizza."
"Lol, well I'll try to be over within the hour, can you
make sure Ms. Jiminez's cat doesn't attack me again?"
"And should I come in the back like usual?"
"its a cat"
"Garret."
"yes and yes"
He swiftly put his phone back in his pocket as he started to clean up the shop, hastily. after sweeping the dirt that people may have tracked in, wiping down the glass refrigerator doors, counting the money in the register, and many more, he smirked as he held the keys in his hands.
It meant Responsibility. Dirty, metal, responsibility, with a cool rock as a keychain accessory. He took this responsibility and walked over to the glass doors that, even after all his years, he sometimes tried to push open, inserted the keys, and turned the lock on the doors.
Some flashes of light in the sky caught his eye. Bolts of lightning scattered across the sky and thunder came running after it. God, I wish one of those would hit me, he thought unwittingly. However, there was no rain, so he would still have to deal with a certain neighbor's cat because a certain six-foot, strongly built friend of his could not deal with feline claws.
He walked across, to the back of the bodega and opened an old wooden door, which led to a steep staircase, and with his newfound energy, he skipped one stair at a time, opening the door at the top with vigor, scaring his younger sister, making her jump up from her position on the couch.
