Keeping You

Four

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When I got to work I went to the private bathroom and lifted my shirt to check my stomach.

I said to myself, “It’s been worse.”

I put my vest on and walked back to the break room.

“Hey gorgeous.”

I turned away from my locker to see Niall.

“I was told to pick a locker and that a vest was back here for me.” I nodded.

He picked the empty locker next to mine and put his keys inside. He had a lot of keys. He shut it and the loud crack made me jump.

“Sorry.” He said, taking a vest from the box on the table. “I don’t have a name tag yet, but they are getting one for me. I should have it by tomorrow”. I nodded again.

I shut my locker.

“Did I do something?”

“No, Niall. I just had a bad day.” Again

He gulped. “Sorry Opal.” He hung his head.

He walked out of the room and I sighed. Great, I’m the world’s best fuck up. I was mean to the one person who actually was nice to me. I stepped out of the room and looked around. I searched the isles and finally found him sorting bolts.

“I’m sorry, Niall. I’m a bitch.” I turned to walk away.

“No you’re not.” I stopped. “I get it. I have bad days too.” You don’t even know. “It’s okay.”

I continued to walk away. My boss, Rick cornered me.

“You’re on paint from now on. I’ve got Gary at information. He can’t hurt himself there.” He chuckled.

I just nodded. “Okay.”

I went to the same seat as yesterday and sat down. I found a band aid in the first aid kit under the counter and put it on my hand. I threw out the garbage and tapped my fingers while I rested my head.

“Not many people come in here, huh?” I looked up, revealing Niall.

“Not on week days, normally. It’s busy on Saturday and Sunday, but I mostly work Sunday only.” I sighed.

“Do you work Fridays?” he asked.

“No. Will you be working Fridays?” I asked in return. I thought I owed him a nice conversation.

“Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’

Why would he ask me that then?

“I work Sunday to Wednesday.” I told him.

“I’ll be doing Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday. So two for three.” He smiled.

“Two for three what?” I asked confused.

“Two out my my three work days, I’ll be working with you.” he winked.

Duh Opal. Idiot.

“That’s good.” I said, not knowing how to respond.

“Yeah it is.” He put his hands in his pockets. “So…”