The Girl Next Door

~48~

"Don't put it down... don't fuck around... I want you now..."

Robyn Fenty

12:30 p.m.

"Um... can I get these in a size up?"

I look up from my catalogue and glance at a woman holding a box of Jordan 13's in her hands.

"Yes ma'am," I say, taking the box from her and heading to the back with it.

"Rihanna. Can you make sure that the shoes are stuffed before you give them to the customers?" My manager, Missy, asks.

I nod,"yes ma'am." And I continue to the back.

As I search for a matching shoe, my phone buzzes and I look at it.

BabyGirl 👅

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I raise my eyebrows, looking around. Another text pops up on my lock screen.

BabyGirl 👅

Don't open those around people ☺️🙈

I smile and make sure I'm alone before opening the message thread.

My mouth drops open at the pictures and video and I zoom in each one to make sure I saw what I thought I just saw.

"Oh my..." I clear my throat before shoving my phone in my shorts pocket. Yep. She's gonna get it tonight.

I continue my job and a few minutes later, I walk back to the front where the woman is waiting.

I get behind the counter and scan her shoes.

"Will that be all?" I ask, looking up at the lady. I mentally gasp, recognizing her face.

"Um... yea. That'll be all." She says, glancing at me weirdly.

Does she not know who I am? After practically ruining my life when I first came here?

"$198.92..." I say.

I watch as she scans her credit card on the machine and presses a few buttons. I still stare at her.

"How's she acting like she doesn't know me?" I mumble.

"I-I'm sorry?" The girl asks.

I look up, realizing I was thinking aloud.

"Nothing." I mutter.

A receipt prints out and I rip it off the printer. I then put her box of shoes in a bag, with the receipt in it and hand it to her.

"Here you go," I say with a small smile.

"Solange!" I hear a voice whisper behind the girl. I look past her and see a guy running up to her.

Solange?

"Hey baby. I was just getting you these shoes," she responds, kissing the man on his lips.

I watch as they turn and both leave the store, happily chatting.

So that wasn't Beyoncé? Maybe that's her sister everyone was talking about. Everybody has a twin here, so that could be possible.

A customer walks in as the couple leaves and I greet them.

"Welcome to Foot Locker."

They give me a respectable nod and continue shopping. The process continues for a good hour or so and I do my job, patiently waiting to leave.