Late - jhs

9:30 pm

I arrived at my go-to super market. I always get my snacks this late.

I did the usual. Picked some fruit and got some of my favorite snacks that would last me two days before I'd have to return.

Most dont care about who the person behind the register is, they don't care about their name, what they do outside of work, or their life in general.

But I always wondered

What is his name?

Of course I could look at his name tag, but there was just a small problem.

He doesn't have one.

I knew that he must have been new.

There were only two registers open.

It's 10:05 pm now.

He was alone, and the other one was occupied by someone else.

When I approached him, he gave me a huge smile despite how tired he could have been.

"Hello"

"Hi"

He scanned my items and typed in numbers.

Then came across these gummies that I always bought.

"You get these too? They're really good."

I only nodded.

Once he was finished I handed him the money and he gave me the change back.

It's nothing special, because this is what every cashier does.

This is something every cashier is supposed to do.

But there was something different.

I don't know it is, but it was there.

"Have a nice night!"

"You too"