❝ You know, my illness would be totally cured if you let me hit. ❞
❝ WHAT ? ❞
OR;
In which a homeless teenager aiming to become a doctor catches a lot of unwanted attention, maybe not the kind of attention she was expecting.
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❝YOU'RE JUST S...
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Work was boring, it's not like you weren't grateful for the opportunity- Jay was truly an angel for letting you work at his shop and the pay was more than enough, however most of the time there was absolutely nothing to do. Rich snobs came and went, they didn't even dare to look at you in the eye, they just placed their black card on the counter for you to swipe and then take their clothes and leave, never turning back. Some of them even looked at you like you were some otherworldly being that snuck onto earth (they looked like shit too.) You sighed, 25 minutes until your shift end. Fidgeting with a pencil, your mind drifted off to god knows where, and you didn't hear the usual ding that played when somebody opened the door. You also didn't hear the low footsteps approaching the counter, nor did you see the man step in front of you and wait for you to notice him. Only a loud cough managed to bring you back to reality. Snapping from your daydreaming you straightened yourself and prepared to greet the man, sweat-dropping you turned to him and a familiar sight met your eyes. 'THIS- THIS IS THE BLONDIE THAT TRIED TO BEAT ME UP!!' He scoffed, ❝ Took you long enough. ❞
❝ H-hello sir!! W-what can I d-do for you? ❞ 'Please don't let him recognize me, please don't let him recognize me, please don't let him recognize me.' You awkwardly smiled at the male, preparing yourself for any move that he could pull- was he going to kick you? Punch you? Waah, why did you always get yourself in these situations?! He started at you for a hot second before telling you ❝ I'd like to speak to the manager. ❞ You weren't sure what face you were making right now, but it sure as hell was not a pleasant one. Was this guy a Karen? Oh, dear god. ❝ Uhm, the manager's not here at the moment, what can I do for you? ❞ He scoffed, ❝ I want to buy this shop, and I'm sure you're not responsible for that kind of transactions, are ya?❞ Your mouth opened but no sound came out- was this guy for real? You hurried to get your phone out- this guy didn't look like he was kidding. ❝ One second please. ❞ You dialed the phone number of Jay- you exactly weren't sure how you were going to communicate with him, but you were panicking. He picked up, ❝ Uhm, Hi jay! How are you doing? I just called to tell you there's some blond guy with glasses that's trying to buy your shop. ❞
