Trauma changes people. trauma changes everyone.
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I stood outside Sunset Crust, the pizzeria Miles's worked at. They were hiring and he had known I needed a way out of the house.
I adjusted my mask, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. In a world turned upside down by COVID-19, this job would give me a place to be free of the house-a chance to reclaim some sense of normalcy.
As I pushed open the door, the familiar jingle of bells sounded, and the aroma of baking pizza enveloped me. The cozy atmosphere was filled with laughter and the clatter of dishes. I spotted Miles behind the counter, his face lighting up as he saw me.
"Hey! You made it!" He said, flour dusting his apron as he waved me over. "You'll love it here. Delilah and Tyler are waiting in the back!"
A girl with red hair and bright eyes approached, her smile wide and welcoming. "Hi! You must be Lydia! I'm Delilah. Welcome!" She said, her enthusiasm infectious.
Before I could respond, a guy with a friendly grin walked over. "Hey! I'm Tyler." He said, waving his hand.
"Hi." I said, a small smile on my lips. "I'll help you with the beginning of your shift, for the next three weeks you'll be working the register, so let me show you how the system works!" Delilah said before leading me to a computer.
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The first half of my shift flew by in a blur of activity. Delilah guided me through the system which seemed pretty complicated at first but I feel like as I learn more it will become more easier.
Tyler and Miles have been making the pizzas but there isn't much orders right now so they've just been joking around. The laughter and banter of me and the others made the long hours feel less daunting, and I felt like I belonged here already.
But the atmosphere shifted when a specific customer walked up to the counter, his face twisted in annoyance. I was in the middle of laughing at one of Miles's jokes when I noticed him glaring at me.
"Hello! I've been standing here long enough, what's the hold up?!" The man asked angrily. I had been helping Delilah take some boxes to the back where the dumpster was so I hadn't been at the counter for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry about the wait, sir. What can I get for you?" I asked, my stomach churning at his sharp tone.
"I'll take a large pepperoni, and I need it right now!" He shot back, making it clear he wasn't in a good mood.
As I quickly entered the order into the system, the man's voice rose even higher. "You call this service?! I could have just gone somewhere else!"
