POV: Sadie
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"Never have I ever...um..."
Max and I sat on the counter at the front of the store, holding up ten fingers. I had suggested playing "Never have I Ever", and we were only about five questions in. All of our fingers were still up.
"...skipped class?"
I shook my head no, keeping my fingers up.
"Hey, we're good kids!" Max said, high-fiving me.
"Ok that's great for us, but bad for this game."
"Maybe let's try and make it harder."
"Alright then, never have I ever faked 20/20 vision so I wouldn't have to wear glasses."
Max glared at me.
"That's not fair Sadie!"
"Put that finger down, buckaroo."
"Fine."
Max put his finger down.
"Never have I ever...eaten lasagna off the floor just because someone bet one dollar that I couldn't do it."
I narrowed my eyes and lowered my finger down.
"To be fair, I won the bet."
"Sadie, that's not a good thing."
The door chimed, and both of us put our hands behind our backs, hoping the customer hadn't seen us.
The girl who had entered didn't seem to notice, as she was on the phone.
She had wavy dark brown hair that fell just a little past her shoulders. Glasses were perched on her nose, framing her dark brown eyes, and her skin was a warm caramel color. She was dressed semi-professional, except for the converse she wore on her feet.
"...and Andrea wants pumpkin...got it...yeah I'm here right now...ok. Bye."
The girl hung up, immediately scrunching up her face in annoyance. Her eyes met ours and her expression relaxed.
"Hi." She said shyly, walking up to the counter. "Uh...I need a box of your assorted bagels, a loaf of pumpkin bread, assorted muffins, and like, a lot of croissants." She said quickly.
"Ok ma'am." Max said in his 'customer service' voice. "Would you like them warmed up?"
"No thanks."
"Sadie, go stock some boxes."
I nodded my head, dashing off into the back.
"What was the order again?" I yelled, picking up some boxes.
"You don't remember?"
"Of course I don't! You remember these things!"
"Fine. Switch?"
"Sure. Hot potato."
I threw the boxes at him, and he caught them swiftly.
"So, big party?" I asked, leaning against the counter.
The girl cracked a smile.
"More like office meeting. I do the food runs."
"Oh. That sucks."
"Sure does."
The girl's phone pinged, prompting an eyeroll.
"Can we make that another box of gluten-free bagels? Someone from accounting has celiacs apparently."
"Another box with gluten-free bagels!" I yell.
"Got it!"
We sat in silence for a little while, the girl looking down at her phone.
"Alright. I've got your order." Max said.
The girl looked up, eyeing the enormous pile of boxes.
"Oh. Thanks."
She plastered a smile on her face, taking the five boxes from Max.
One dropped at her feet.
"Whoops." She said, forcing an embarrassed giggle.
She bent down to pick up the boxes, dropping two others in the process.
"Do...do you need help carrying them to your building?" Max asked, obviously feeling sorry for her.
"No. It's fine." The girl said.
She headed out the door, suddenly dropping another box.
She gritted her teeth, frustrated.
"That settles it. I'm helping you get these to your building." Max said, hopping over the counter."
"It's fine really. I-"
"I'm not taking no for an answer."
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