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new cashier | レジ
❁ཻུ۪۪𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐈
i woke up the sun casting on my face from my raised blinds. i stretched out with a calm feeling. glancing at my phone the time made my eyes widen. it was already nine-thirty in the morning.
today i start my new job at the supermarket down the street. my parents split up forcing me and my mother to move to jersey. my father took the house in the settlement, and he didn't want custody of me. she was struggling to keep up with our rent so i took my little ass to the store, and got a job. i hated serving people but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
i pulled my curly hair out of a bun as i trudged to my closet to get clothes. i wouldn't have time to straighten it after i showered. i grabbed jeans and a tank top since i had a uniform top that was mandatory. i hopped on the shower quickly turning on the hot water.
after finishing up i changed as fast as i could. my mom was already at work since it was a saturday morning so i grabbed an apple and a muffin from the cupboard and sped out of the house. i didn't want to be late on my first day.
when i arrived i stood behind the cash register twiddling my thumbs until new people came to check out. no one was really interesting, no eye catching people. in california people either looked like a model or like a crackhead, there was no bland. lots of people had multi-colored hair and multiple piercings or tattoos.
i was beyond bored of smiling and talking in a high pitched voice. everything felt slow. until a tall tanned boy walked up to my line. he set his basket on the conveyor belt. he was fine as fuck. i mean godlike in my opinion, even though i'm kind of dramatic.
he had long lashes covering his beautiful hazel eyes. his honey skin contrasted his fluffy black hair. he was tall like really tall compared to my five four stature. his toned body and smirk, oh my god. everything about him screamed hot asshole. that's what i was assuming he was, until he spoke.
" do you have a name or can i call you mine," his deep voice resonated.
i smiled, " my name tag says akemi, and you are ?"
