Shy

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Dean showed me how the cashier worked. You type up the specific pizza price into the cash register and press a small red button to open up the slots filled with paper bills. It was hard getting used to the prices they had. The pizzas ranged from ten bucks and all the way up to twenty five bucks. 

Noticing my struggles of remembering the prices, Dean wrote down the whole menu on a piece of paper and taped it next to my register. 

“Tell me about yourself.” Dean started the first conversation that didn’t involve around pizzas. 

Shrugging my shoulders, I didn’t really know how to start the sentence. “Um, well,” I paused, “I moved here from Oregon?” I replied, but ended up more as a question. 

“That state is right next to California! It rains there everyday, right?”

Rolling my eyes, I hated the weather there yet loved it at the same time. The temperatures there were not too cold, yet not too hot. 

“Yeah, way too much. But you get used to it over the years.” I glanced down at the paper that had all the information reading it over and over again until I can fully memorize it. 

I noticed as the time slipped away quite rapidly, so did the customers. Every time I had a new customer, Dean would always grin and say that it was my first day working here. The people would congratulate me, always pulling up the fact that this was their favorite pizza parlor ever since it opened. 

The tables scattered around the parlor along with the table booths were soon to be filled in by all the hungry people at lunch time. The waiting line became longer, and it was becoming a bit stressful. Glancing back and forth between the cash register and the paper while concentrating on the orders were getting hard. 

Looking at Dean, I cleared my throat. “Is it always this busy towards lunch time every day?” 

“Yup, get used to it if you want this job. And not just lunch time, it’s like this towards the afternoon and until we close up. The mornings are mainly the time we ever get to hang loose and mess around.” Dean handed back the customers the remaining cash along with a wide smile and thank you. 

A young girl, probably around her teens stood next to her mom. She clutched her phone tightly as her eyes were glued to the small device. Gripping her mom’s t-shirt, she gasped loudly. “Mom! 5 Seconds of Summer just landed here in California for their upcoming concert with One Direction! Can we buy tickets to go see them?” 

Her mother glanced up at the menu above Dean and I before shaking her head towards her daughter. “I’ll have two slices of a combination pizza with two cokes. Thanks.” She passed over a fifteen dollar bill. 

Her daughter bit her lip, “What if I clean my room and make it stay like that for the entire time until my death?” 

I passed back a couple coins. Looking down at her daughter, I giggled. “That’s a pretty big deal. My mom would totally buy me those concert tickets if I had that kind of deal.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her mom trying to convince her to buy them for a daughter. 

Her mom smiled. “Only if you keep your straight A’s, and make sure that you won’t break the deal, then of course!” 

The teenaged girl smiled widely, mumbling at least a hundred thank you’s to her mom by now. “I promise!” She looked up at me and smiled widely, “And, thank you shy?” 

I furrowed my eyebrows confused at why she called me thought, but then remembered the name that Dean gave me. “No problem!” I chuckled as I passed them their drinks and slices of pizza.