𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐞

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📍𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐋𝐀
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟖, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 |𝟏𝟕
（𝖲𝗎𝗁－𝗋𝖺𝗒）

"Ramiere go do your job!" Sarae whisper yelled at him.

He had been sitting in the back where all the other shoes were and he had been standing in there for a while.

While leaning his head on the wall, he shook his head and she began walking over to him.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" She questioned, seeing him close his eyes.

"My damn head hurt, I feel a lil dizzy." He mumbled quietly.

"Do you wanna see if Mark will let you go home early today?" She asked, looking down at her watch and saw he had 2 hours till he was off.

"Nah, I probably just need some water." He yawned and stretched and rubbed his eyes.

"Are you sure?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes Sarae." He nodded and assured her that he was feeling okay.

"Well I can't drive so if you're feeling sick then i'll call Rena for you."

"Aight. How you back here if you got people in the front?" He asked.

"Um Winnie's working in the front, but I do need to go back so bye bye. Don't faint okay?" She hurriedly bid him a goodbye and walked back to the front.

"Sorry I left you up here." Sarae apologized with a yikes face.

"You good. Ain't nobody here foreal anyway." Winnie shrugged.

"Somebody coming in now." Sarae mumbled to herself and waited till the dude waved her over so she could help.

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It was the last few minutes of both, Ramiere and Sarae's shift left when Winnie went to take her break. Sarae was working in the front by herself since Jacobi wasn't working today and Ramiere stayed in the back stocking the shoes.

A/n- I really don't know wtf they do in 'the back'.

Sarae rung up a customer and when they left she was sitting there by herself bored, wishing Jacobi was there with her to make her laugh or something.

The bell rung indicating that someone walked through the door. She was going to speak before her face dropped when she noticed who stood there.

"Hey mamas." Tristan greeted with low and red eyes.

"Tristan get out." Sarae spoke quietly, watching every step he took.

"Sarae please, been cutting myself cause you left me. I wanna stop, can you come back to me?" Tristan showed his wrist, which was indeed scarred.

Sarae's heart sunk as she stared at the cuts with wide eyes. Feeling a ping of guilt she spoke, "You don't need to do this because of me Tristan, just m-move on.." Sarae spoke quietly, tears brimming her eyes.