Limerence

One

Faint peaceful music.

"None of that could ever make me leave

Every time I look into your eyes I see it.."

Humming to the tune of the song, my face was resting atop of my hands.

Blowing a puff of air out, it caused a stray piece of hair to fall sloppily onto my face. Brushing it aside and tucking it behind my ear, I glimpsed at the time on the computer screen.

5:45 PM

It was so quiet in the shop, I mean it was usually like this everyday anyway. Today was supposed to be my day off but, Lynn; my boss told me she'd pay me overtime if I came in.

So guess what I said?

Yes.

Who says no to free money? Besides, my shift was almost over. I only had to open shop at 9 AM and leave before it was 6 PM, which was soon.

Hearing movements in the back room, Eric popped his head out of the doorframe. He had his cheeks stuffed with what I was assuming his food; he raised half of his sandwich in the air.

"You want some?" Furrowing my eyebrows, I shook my head.

"I already ate some leftover baked ziti. I'm leaving soon anyway, so thanks." I let a smile rest on my lips as Eric nodded before disappearing into the room again.

Eric was my senior, he's 22 years old. He's currently majoring in film and arts in college, he actually opened this shop with Lynn. They've been friends since middle school, both share a fond love for arts.

Now, this shop.

Not everyone in this neighborhood appreciates art, they were mainly about sports or modeling.

Some of our products were expensive as well, so the people who took interest wouldn't be able to afford these items daily. We mainly carried high quality products and we would have weekly sales as well. This was a good idea, the shop made even more money.

Thanks to my brilliant idea.

Having sales weekly let people have the chance to do what they loved the most, without having the money aspect to suppress their talent.

Seeing people show us their art with what they purchased here, makes me extremely ecstatic.

I wish I could be as talented, the most I can do is doodle and color.

My main interest is writing; writing was therapeutic to me. Writing about my daily life, writing poems at the butt-crack of dawn, and mainly the ideas that were buzzing in my head.

Hearing a bell chime, it snapped me out of my thoughts. Sitting up quickly, I bowed my head with my arms behind me.

Parting my lips to speak the almost robotic greeting.

"Welcome to Blank Ink, if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask." Finishing off the last words, I sat back down.

Pretending to look busy whilst looking at some inventory information on the computer.

Hearing a faint, "Thank you."

I heard footsteps scuffling throughout the shop. Typing in some numbers to check that we still had the most popular items for this weeks sale, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.

"You can go now Amaya, you have an exam tomorrow don't you?" Eric's words shocked me as I felt the blood draining from my face.

"Holy shit, I completely forgot! Thank you!" Getting up quickly, I walked to the back room. Unlocking my locker, I grabbed my light jacket as well as my mini backpack.

Putting both of those items on, I walked out to the front and waved goodbye to Eric, seeing a figure standing near the cashier. Not looking closely to see who it was, Eric was ringing him up.

Looking at the items on the counter- woah. There was about 10 things, damn this guy must be an artist for real.

Walking out of the shop, I took a deep breath of air. Smiling to myself, I started walking to the direction of my home.