It was about a week later and I was standing at the same cash register as always, waiting for the clock to make its way to 3.
A girl with a slightly familiar face was walking towards me. I knew that I recognized her from somewhere, I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"Hi." I smiled.
"Hey." She replied.
And then it hit me, she was the twizzler girl. She was unloading all of the food out of her cart as she pushed her long blonde hair out of her face.
"Not to be weird, but weren't you here last week and we had a little conversation about twizzlers?" I grinned.
"I believe so!" She smiled and place a bag of twizzlers onto the converyer belt. She let out a small giggle.
"You know, twizzlers go great with good music." I glanced at her. She was tall, but I still towered over her with my 6'2 frame.
"Really? Well, what kind of good music?" She smirked.
"Green Day, All Time Low, anything like that." I said while bagging her food.
"You like All Time Low too?" She asked.
"Yeah! They've been a favorite of mine for a while." I didn't know why I found this 'twizzler girl' so fascinating, but I couldn't help it.
"They're such a good band. I almost always have Backseat Serenade stuck in my head!" She fumbled around in her purse looking for her credit card. She finally found it and handed it to me.
"Sorry about that." She blushed.
"Oh, don't worry, it's fine." I replied and she said goodbye and left after paying.
It was a pretty slow afternoon at the store, not many people came here in the first place, and especially not on a Wednesday afternoon.
All the sudden I glanced down at the counter and saw a phone. It wasn't my phone, I always kept mine in my pocket. Maybe it was Twizzler girl's phone. She could have forgotten it when she was searching through her stuff for her credit card.
I quickly grabbed the phone and ran out the door, trying to catch her before she left, but she was no where in sight. I stared at the black iPhone in my hand.
"Shit. What do I do now?" I mumbled to myself.
"What?" Another employee, Andy, who was also my friend, asked.
"I have this girl's phone. I think she forgot it here when she was checking out." I explained as Andy was rearranging some products on a shelf.
"Call another number on the phone and see if someone picks up, then tell that person that the girl forgot her phone here and should come get it." He said like it was the most obvious thing ever.
It wasn't too bad of an idea. I unlocked the phone, which surprisingly didn't have a password on it. I found the contact app and scrolled through the long list of names until I saw one labeled "Home phone" and I called it.
It rang a few times but no one picked up. Then a little while later I tried calling it again, still no answer.
Then I was wondering if the phone even belonged to Twizzler girl. A different costumer easily could have left it here earlier in the day.
I turned the phone on again, and on the lock screen was a picture of her with some other girl at what looked like a concert. I noticed those pretty eyes again, and knew for sure it was hers.
My shift was over but I didn't just want to leave the phone here because I was thinking about calling her again later to see if anyone answered. So I ended up taking her phone home with me.
--------- sorry again for a chapter that's not really exciting, it's getting there! :)
