Damien

2.

I woke up the next day to Milo licking my face. He barks at me a few times so I get out of bed, knowing that I won't get anymore sleep. I get dressed and set off to work like I normally do every Monday morning. I didn't mind my work, it was sort of relaxing and calming. The customers were really nice too, always polite and happy.

I got to work a little earlier today and started setting up in the back of the shop. A few more people turned up and we started opening up the shop. My shift lasted for about 3-4 hours before someone else would take over. Then after my shift I'd pack up and hang out, either at the park or at my apartment. About half way into my shift, I saw a familiar person enter the shop. It was the man from yesterday.

I didn't really know what to do or where to look. I saw him look at me but I avoided eye contact with him. He grabbed a few items and walked over to the counter, before him was an old woman. She was a regular and always started conversations with me.
"I know Mrs. Parkes, you have a good day now." I said giving her back her apples. She smiled and walked out of the shop, leaving me with him.
"Hello" He said, placing his fruits onto the counter before me.
"Hi" I responded. I didn't really know what to say.
"I didn't get your name yesterday." He said, probably expecting me to give him my name.
"That's because I didn't tell you my name." I said. I looked at him while weighing his fruit. His lips tugged into a smirk.
"A little feisty today, aren't we?" He said, rummaging through his wallet. He pulled out a ten pound note.
"That will be £4.70 please." I ask. He put the ten pound note on the counter.
"Keep the change." He said, smiling. With that, he grabbed his bag and walked out of the shop. I look down at the counter and notice a little slip of paper. It must have fallen from his wallet. I unfold the slip and see a phone number written down on it. So cliché!
I stuff the paper in my pocket and finish up my shift for the day. I didn't feel like going to the park that day, so I just went straight home. I couldn't stop thinking about the man, I didn't even know his name! I take the slip of paper out of my pocket and stare at it for a few minutes, wondering what I should do. I take out my phone and enter the number into my contact list. I was resistant but convinced myself to send him a message.

Me : Hey...

I type. I know it was lousy but I wasn't good at this sort of stuff. Half an hour passes and I wonder if I shouldn't have sent the text. I reach for my phone to delete the message before I get a text from a number. It's him.

??? : Hi, seeing as I know you won't tell me your name, I'll tell you mine. I'm Damien...