Runner

Chapter 3.

Once I was a little more relaxed, I slowly stood up, fixed my work uniform, and wiped away the tears that were still on my cheeks, I was no longer crying, but there were a couple of tears that wanted to run down my cheeks. "I've got to get back to work.." I murmured, but never once looked at him. I didn't have the intention to, I didn't have the courage or strength to look at him, because I knew that if I did one of us would have ended up as dead and I can tell you now, it wouldn't have been him. As I walked away and back towards the door.

I continued the slow day at the gym, I helped a few new members, gave a couple of tours, and even talked with some of the co-workers. Once my shift was over, I showered before getting changed and making my way to my second job at the bar which wasn't that far from my small apartment and the Gym, however, the bar was on one side of the neighborhood while the gym was on the other side. Still within walking distance, but just troubling, because my apartment was in between the two places, and no matter what I never had the time to stop at home to drop off my bag.

There has been a rumor going around the bar that we were getting another bartender for the night shift, which is great for me as I'm the only one there in the evenings and on weekends which sucked. If the rumors are true, I hope know what they're doing because I don't have the time or energy to train someone while having to serve drinks to the customers, that'd be a shit-show within itself.

I entered, I snuck into the staff area where I could place my gym-bag and grabbed my name-tag, and clocked in for my shift. I then made my way to the bar to relieve the bartender before me, making small talk with them as they finished their last customer. I began to take over, cleaning off the counter as there weren't very many people, praying that tonight would be better than earlier today. I knew it would be a slow night as it's a Thursday night and most of the regulars and other 'partiers' drink through-out the weekend and sometimes into Monday.

About five minutes later it turned out that the rumors were true, there is another bartender, though I can't say that I'm too happy about who it is. You know many people would have been excited to work with someone that they know or well kind of know, but I for sure wasn't, not one bit. With the news of this, my night entire day had been ruined. I was getting to the point of not wanting to be around anyone today and I felt overwhelmed and angry at him and myself for letting him get to me so much today.