❝If you fall in love with me, you have to quit smoking.❞ Levi proposed to the brunette in front of him.
Hanji Zoe, science teacher at Scout Regiment High, has taken up smoking. Levi Ackerman, owner of a barber shop, is concerned for his best friend'...
"Good morning Levi!" Petra exclaimed as I walked in the barber shop. Her gaze momentarily leaving her client's hair to glance at me.
"Morning." I grumbled as I walked over to the desk, "Any clients for me Oluo?"
Oluo used to be a barber but the damn shithead wouldn't stop biting his tongue every five minutes, unfortunately messing up a two year old's hair. So he got put on as a secretary.
"Yes, Nile Dok will be coming in at nine for a trim."
I nodded and headed towards the back, "Why the hell does he need a haircut? The damn bastard is fucking bald so what's the damn point?" I muttered as I pulled out my phone.
7:58 a.m.
I got up and headed towards the front, "Oi, Oluo, I'm going out for a drive. I'll be back in half an hour."
They waved me off as I drove down to target, 'Might as well get the shit we need for this week.'
Unlike Shittyglasses, I found it useless making everyday trips to town for food or shit we need. When it came to it, I always did the shopping or if Hanji was with me, then we'd do it together. I unlocked my phone and opened my notes, looking down the list.
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What felt like the hundredth sigh that day, I placed my phone in my pocket. Grabbing a basket as I decided to tackle whichever aisle was closest. Luckily for me, it was food, since it was early that meant few people for me to run into.
The silence was nice as the music softly played throughout the store, lack of chatter. Early morning shopping was my favorite, it felt nice to not be rushed into buying things. Shopping with Hanji was a nightmare, she'd grab anything and everything.
'Shit, which brand of tampons does Hanji use again?' I thought to myself as I glanced between Kotex, Tampax Pearl, and Playtex
"Tch, fuck it, she deals with this shit every month." I cursed as I grabbed all three brands and stuffed them in the cart. Checking the time once more, it read 8:08 a.m.
I rolled my eyes and made my way to the checkout, the cashier scanning each item.
"I feel bad for you, you probably have at least three daughters." She chuckled, "But each woman is different, that's the hard part about raising girls."
"What? No, I-"
"Your total is $32.64."
'Fucking hell, this shit is expensive. Without the tampons, this would've easily been twenty bucks.'
I swiped my card as she gave me the receipt, wishing me a good day as I muttered one back. The parking lot became slightly busier as a SUV stopped and waved for me to go across, I bit my tongue as I waved at them. I suppose getting here early meant that I always got the spot closes to the store, which was quite nice. The ride back to my apartment was at least ten minutes. Going back to work was at least five minutes.
