The Cashier

Wandering & Biking

Finally!
Friday has arrived, and Milah had plans for after school.
Her best friend- Anika - has said yes, to go biking with her, after school, to Ranch 99, where Starbucks was.
"C'mon, dude- hurry up! Your still as slow as you were in Middle School!" Milah chuckled at her friend, who was pedaling like a madwomen, to keep up with her.
After about twentyish, twenty- five minutes of very-slow-biking, they reached their destination.
Basically, everyone from school went here; everyday.
Parking their bikes on the rack, with no locks, they entered the tiny Starbucks, and ordered their usuals; Anika, a berry-cold-drink-thingy, and Milah, a chocolate cakepop.
Anika was decked- out with band items; a 'Greenday' t-shirt, braclets, with 'Fall Out Boy', Sarah Barellies, and black tights, along with a piano- styled belt. She had ranted around straightening her black hair, again, for another two hours, and how a classmate pissed her off.
Anika's always pissed at someone, or something.
Milah, on the other hand, was wearing styled leggings, and shorts, and a marvel shirt, with the most beloved villains; The Winter Soldier, Loki, Green Goblin, and had Captain America running at Bucky, Thor jumping unseen from the ceiling, to attack his "brother", lovingly, and Spiderman, just hangin' round, upside down, pissed off, glaring at Harry Osborn.
With a winding dragon earring, signature hat, and creepy necklace, the pair got along just fine.
Returning to their bikes, Milah snapped her thin fingers.
"Aye, gotta go to Safeway! Please?"
Anika rolled her eyes, huffed Anika- like, and grinned, following her to the bikerack.
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Milah glanced at the bagging stations, as she usually did, to check if he was there; she wasn't sure if he worked here on Fridays.
This was a different Friday.
Weeks, after her dad had brought up his tattoo.
And she like his tattoo.
It suited him nicely.
"Whadda need?" Anika follows her gaze.
"I need to pick up some chez-" she used a fake accent for the word, "Cheese".
Waking down the isle, they struck a conversation, even continuing after Milah picked out the correct Cheddar Cheese.
"I don't know- their freshmeat, at our school!"
"Their already corrupted!" Anika chirped, as Milah placed the cheese down; hey, bagging- boy did work here on Fridays!
Except this time, he was a cashier.
He picked up the cheese, scanning it, Anika falling silent.
"Did you find everything alright?" He glanced up at Milah first, then Anika, through those glasses of his.
"We did, thank you," Milah gave a faint smile, Anika looking from her to him, from him to her.
"That's good- cool hat, by the way," his comment was sudden, but in a way, she liked it.
He handed her the paid-for-item, and they walked out of the store, Anika starting at Milah.
"Are you ok?"
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