mood rings

teal

Teal- the person is feeling a mixture of contentment and pity

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, embarrassed that he had to see me at work. The most embarrassing part was the fact that they required me to wear a hair net.

"That's no way to talk to a customer." Kyle smirked, setting down his wallet and phone in the counter.

"Sorry." I laughed, still a little angry he had to see me like this.

"I just wanted to come and keep you company." He smiled handing me a five dollar bill.

"Also I'd like a quesadilla." Kyle smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Yes sir." I smirked, beginning to make the quesadilla how he liked them. Months ago we had a whole discussion how his favorite quesadillas had cheese, jalapeños, and Mexican rice.

"So, how is it working here?" He asked, watching as I cooked his meal.

"It's pretty shitty. I'm not complaining it's just not what I was thinking." I sighed, flipping the tortilla.

"How so?"

"Oh it's just they lied about how much I would be getting paid and the hours I have to work. Other than that it's fine." I laughed, looking at my watch. It read 3:04am which meant I still had an hour until closing time.

"I uhh had an idea the other day." He mumbled, looking down to his mood ring. It was a weird color of blue and green, almost a teal color.

"Yeah?"

"Well maybe you could like tutor me. You know because as much as you deny it you're super smart and I could pay you. Would you want to do that?" Kyle asked, making me look up from the quesadilla.

There's no way I would allow him to pay me. Ever. Sure I could tutor him, but it would be for free.

I don't want pity money.

"Yeah I could do that. But instead of money, all I want is you to get in the top ten percent." I grinned, knowing that was his goal.

"Uh yeah okay. But I will pay you back." He smiled, pointing to the quesadilla.

"Shit." I mumbled, putting the crispy tortilla onto a plate and cut it into pieces.

"You're a saint." He grinned, taking a bite of the hot food.

"Oh I know." I smirked, watching as he devoured the meal.

"Dang I swear this is the best quesadilla I've ever had. Dang Dan." He moaned, eating the last piece.

"You're an idiot." I smiled, turning off the griddle.

"I don't mean to kick you out, but I gotta close. If I'm late to the bar one more time I'm gonna get fired." I sighed, hating the nonstop working.

"Oh okay. Well goodnight. Stay safe Dan." He smiled and left the empty store.