After school ended for Milah, on a Thursday, her dad picked her up, driving straight to Safeway.
As usual.
They entered the store, Milah, running a hand through her hair, pushing it from her eyes. She didn't wear makeup.
They walked about, taking about what-should-we-have-for-dinner, and I'm-going-to-make-blah-blah-blah.
Her father had picked up two bottles of wine; red and white, so they couldn't self-checkout.
Finding a shorter line, and standing in it for a couple minutes, it was their turn to unload their items onto the conveyer- belt, a guy with stubble, brown hair, and slightly large.
He asked them how their day was, yadayadayada. He was handing the items off to a younger guy, with blonde hair, that split in two directions, so his part was clearly in the middle.
His dark black glasses were square.
His eyes, blue.
And he had a tattoo. Of Texas.
Milah started at the tatto, envying it, but realized that she shouldn't be starring; she thinks he still remembered her father.
But this time, he said nothing of the tattoo.
They grabbed their bags, one for each person, and headed to the sliding doors.
Milah kept looking back, at the Bagger, his hair, his tattoo.
She kept looking at the store, in his direction, even as her dad drove off in the car.
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The Cashier
عشوائيGoing to Safeway had always been the same, but when Milah Rose's father states a story about one of the cashiers tattoos. And hie he should keep them covered-that's what he told him- she starts to notice him....
