robbers

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Zoe laid still not knowing what to do. She had just embarrased herself in front of a customer, what was she supposed to do? Finally the stranger cleared his throat. Yet, Zoe didn't dare to speak.

The time seemed to have flown by, when the roaming cocharoch passed in front of her face.

"Hey, friend." Zoe whispered, it was as if the small creature understood her, his head turned over to her and quickly ran away, ignoring her.

"Bye, friend." The creature ran faster.

Finally the guy coughed louder with a deep, "Um".

Zoe got the sign and clumsily got up tripping over her shoe laces again. You would think like any other cliché scene, that the guy would've helped her or at least hold out his hands out to help. But this was different. Zoe fell against a counter of first aid, the metal corner stabbing her hip.

"Ow, dammit." She cursed.

"Hey! Don't curse." The guy said furrowing his eyebrows.

Zoe mentally slapped him seven times across the head. She pressed against her hip hoping the pain go away, her eyes shut. Finally, when the pain was bearable she opened her eyes. Before her, was a tall, lean, sort of scary looking guy, (his dark clothing and skinny jeans made him look kind of goth). He had some tattoos going through both his arms. His long curly hair was held back from his face with a bandana.

Zoe continued to look at him, while he stared back at her. All he saw was a weird girl who trips over her shoe laces, but somehow he wanted to know her. Although he knew what risks he was taking from meeting a girl, he wanted to know her. Maybe just to know her favorite color.

"Why didn't you help me." Zoe glared at him. Which it hadn't seemed to have an effect on the guy.

"You might have Ebola." He responded with a deep voice.

"We are literally live about thirteen states away from Texas."

He shrugged his broad shoulders. Zoe rolled her eyes and made her back to her cash register. And he followed her, shuffling his old black converse on the floor.

Zoe picked up the chair, which was lying on the floor, and put it back up before sitting on it. She leaned over the register and rested her hand on her cheek, still staring at the goth guy.

"What's your name." She asked.

He didn't seem like he was going anywhere soon, plus she was bored.

"Harry." He responded a small smile on his lips. Zoe scrunched her nose.

What kind of name was Harry? Sure Jake, Blake and Alex were common, but Harry?

"What?" Harry asked raising a brow.

"Nothing." Zoe shrugged sitting up. "Are you not going to ask what's my name?"

Harry shook his head. "It's Zoe."

Zoe was about to flip her shit, until she noticed that she had a name tag, the one she was required to wear to work. Zoe laughed nervously, "Right."

Zoe became entertained in trying to pass a pen through her fingers, failing miserably.

"So, how long have you worked here?" Harry asked making himself comfortable.

"Well, I've been here for about two months-" Zoe began until she was interrupted by Mr. Fred.

"Zoe, you're fired, leave your tag and shirt here by tomorrow in the morning." He sounded creepily calm.

"And now I'm fired." Zoe sighed.

Somehow, Zoe knew this was happening soon, but somehow she felt as if she failed in life. All she had to do was stop those stupid robbers from taking the damn chips.

"Why?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows and threw a look towards where Mr. Fred's door was.

"Some stupid thief's came last night and stole some chips," Zoe explained, "Who steals expired chips?"

"Ha, I know right." Harry nervously chuckled. "Well, what are you doing now?"

Zoe stared at him. He was weird. Really weird. He looked really scary but if you looked closer, he looked like a doofus. A normal teenage boy. Who probably throws cans of soda at girls, or whatever boys do.

"I'm going to cry."

Harry was actually concerned for her for a split second until he noticed she was being sarcastic.

"Nah, I'm probably going to watch teen wolf and drool over Dylan O' Brien." Zoe stated as she grabbed her keys and wallet.

"Can I, uh," Harry scratched the back of his neck, "Maybe like, come over or something?"

Zoe stared at him again. He was a total stranger, why would she let him go to her house. Her haven. For all she knew he could be a rapist, or a thief. But something inside her, was telling her he was okay. He was like any other boy, but with a hint of something.

"Sure," She smiled, "But you aren't eating all my food."