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i hate late night shifts, i hate hate hate hate it. oh god. my eyes wander to the clock. 10:30pm. these are where the reckless teens, the drug lords, the creepy pedoes, the alcoholics barge into the store. or so i've been told.
it was my first time taking the late night shift, and it seems like a pain in the ass. the only good thing about it is the acknowledgement that you're probably not going to wake up early tomorrow. but that's...that's it. except if you go to college.
one problem: i go to college.
my thoughts were interrupted as two drunk teenagers entered the peaceful, dimly lit store and started making out. yes, full on making out. i stared at them for a few seconds, another reminder that i'm single. i usually AM cheerful, but oh does the lord know i've had enough of teenage bullshit. i take the broom beside me (yes, i am quite prepared for THESE situations) and walk begrudgingly to the horny adolescents.
i waddle the broom in between both of their faces and when they realized they hadn't been sucking off each other's lips, they pulled apart, the girl screamed and the boy laughed as he made his way over to the girl again.
"ok, ok, i know the world is a wonderful place and the both of you are probably high and horny right now but...please take this elsewhere?" i say to them as the boy buries his face on the girl's neck in giggling fits. aah, what i'd give to be in that situation. not my job.
"you're quayyt hooot and quayyt nice for a cashieeeer." the girl says, hanging her tone in her vowels. "you should jooooin us." she says as she laughs.
nope, i'm done, i'm not having any of this shit. not today, i'm not.
"yeah whatever, get out." i say, looking at them with a disgusted glare.
they got out of the store and i sigh, dragging my broom back with me to my place behind the counter. my eyes dart back to the clock, 10:38 pm. two more minutes and an hour to go. ugh. i scan the store hoping no creep would come in and get my bag, pulling out a book i need to read 2 chapters from, i pulled out a highlighter from the drawer below the cashier and started studying.
maybe i was so engulfed in the book or maybe because i focused on highlighting too much that i didn't notice when the customer cleared his throat, my mind snapped back to this minimum paying job as the customer calls me by my name, "uhh...hannah.." he says as his eyes drift on my name tag.
"oh god, i'm literally so sorry! what can i help you with?" i ask him as i shut the book and throw it into my bag.
"well, my dad left me and i have this huge wart on my dic—" he says.
"stop right there, mister." i laugh.
"i was kidding!" he says as he puta both of his hands up in defense.
"here." he says as he puts tons of duct tape on the counter. i raise an eyebrow at his choices as i begin scanning his duct tape, "what is this? do you have a tape kink or what?" i mutter to myself as i put his numerous duct tapes in a plastic bag.
"i heard that." he remarks.
i hand him the plastic bag and he smiles at me, "it's for a drunk experiment, and since my roommates are dumb and drunk and i am not, they made me buy this." he laughs.
"any drunk experiment involving duct tape is dumb, what are they doing?" i smile back. he was tall and buff, his hair waved and messy and his eyes a sort of green, now THIS — this is a good reason to go into a night shift. also i need money and i'm desperate.
"they're shaving their legs...or so they say so. hmm."
"well, that IS extremely dumb. why don't you stop them?" i lean on the counter suddenly interested in the topic. hey, it was late night and i was bored — let me flirt for a bit.
"i would but i want them to see the consequence — " suddenly, his phone rings, interrupting our conversation, he shifts his eyes to the phone and then to me, telling me it was his roommate.
"hey, uhh...what? i am at the store...shut up, man... i'm — just, okay! wait for me...yes, i have your duct tape! fine, i'm heading there!" he hangs up.
he grins at me as he puts his phone in his pocket, "sorry hannah, those were my roommates, it was awfully nice meeting you but i gotta go." he says, heading out the door.
"hey wait!" i stop and call him just before he steps foot outside.
"yeah?" his attention shifts to me.
"what...what's your name?" god, why am i even asking this?
"ashton."
"well ashton, it was nice meeting you." i say, saluting him.
a grin spreads on his lips as he heads out
ashton, huh?
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late nights | a.i
Romance❝you were the excitement i needed but i never knew i wanted, and fuck ashton - you told me how to live! you became my moon, my whole night and day, and i loved every bit.❞ -thoughts by hannah.
