Elixer of Feelings

Episode 5

"Thank you dear, you have no idea how happy I am to get these." Mrs. Pola Elliott chatters on. "There for my partner you know," she nearly goes to a whisper. "He just hates to admit he loves your watermelon kiwi oils, so he will always send me down here to retrieve them for him." Her laugh is so proper and pure. As if she feels naughty for telling her husband's secrets. If that's at the top of her worries, she can rest easy because I was filth compared to her.

Wanted in five territories and known for taunting his victims, Donavan Lowe was on the run and thought to be armed and highly dangerous. Anyone with any information should report him to the authorities immediately. Andre did more than that. He really saved my life from the worst of the worst, and I called him a murder.

Not only did I call him a murderer, but I told him that he enjoyed it. Called him a beast, one that enjoys the displeasures of others. He tried to talk sense into me, and I wouldn't listen.

My stomach filled with the rawest bile as the guilt turned it inside out. Reading the post that Diamond shared with me, I could see clearly the type of person I was defending. The article explained how Donavan had done unspeakable evils and eluded the law every time.

Drug trafficking, Slave running, gun running, rape, just to name a few. He was the type of person I called Andre, and I was just sick about it.

Luckily, Jess hadn't rubbed it in... much. I guess she could see the deflation in my face as I read on. The pure guilt turned real in my eyes as I realized I'd made a big mistake and didn't know how to apologize for it. Because the worst of it was, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore.

"Well, you tell him he has nothing to worry about. A lot of guys come in here and buy it all the time." I give her my best grin back.

"Oh, I'm sure dear. I see if I can't wrangle him in here to tell you himself how much he loves your products. Ta ta for now." She says in a cutesy wave. I try to mimic it but I feel like I can't quite produce it on her level. She doesn't seem to mind as she makes her way out the door.

With Mrs. Elliot out of the door, we only had thirty more minutes to be open. It was down to me and Jess as she was liked to take others shift to work doubles on the weekdays to have her weekends free. Her ear pods equipped, she was in the zone stocking the shelves and taking inventory. Despite her brash demeanor and attitude, she was my best worker.

When she came to me two years ago, I hadn't thought much of the pretty little high schooler with the weird colored hair. She had a lot of the same blah blah in her interview that all the other candidates had said. 'I'll work so hard' and 'I'm a good worker'.

What made her stand out was her goals were laid out in her resume. And the part of her actually having one. Not to mention she had confidence through the roof. She actually asked me when she would start on the first interview, not sure if she just was new at the process at the time, but after a while I knew that she felt she had the job already.

Let me see if I can get her to watch the front while I start on some of my... stopped by the sound of the door chime. Well, I guess never mind.

"Hi Girly," I know that voice anywhere.

"Sup Girly!" I yell back to Amanda.

"So let me just lock this door really quick." She jokes

"Right." I laugh.

"So do you have my order? You know I can't live without my Peach berry fusion."

"Of course I do." With a new smile on my face, I run to the back and grab her order.