Bianca Syme (thetruthhurts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-12-07 09:30:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 2009-08-04, bianca, delta |
She'll tell you she's an orphan
Who: Bianca and Delta
Where: 7-11
When: Graveyard shift
No matter how many times Bianca replayed the image of Nic’s face after she bit his lip and cast him off she was not going to get tired of it. It would be better if she could watch him ask himself if he really had stepped over a line - which he had. Or drowned himself in some awful smelling alcohol. Whatever, she did not care what he did so long as he remembered to stay the hell away from her. Sure she had gone and found that Craiglist ad that made it appear like someone not Nic had sent the flowers and the black-eyed doll... but what was she supposed to do, apologize? Truth be told she had been intending on finding a way to ensure he went away and stayed away since he had taught her the little that she had decided she should know. Could not be a better way than crushing his spirit after raising it up with the thoughts that he had some sort of a chance with her. Ah, things that were better than chocolate - a broken man. Especially one who needed to
Unfortunately that meant that she was not paying the best attention to the store. “Like it matters,” she muttered to herself as she smoothed out the paper again. The graveyard shift was nothing that entertaining. Someone came in with a case of the munchies and bought a bag of Cheetos or one of those hot dogs that she would not have touched with a ten-foot pole. Some of them wanted to chat and so she pretended to pay attention before taking their money. Past that she had it set and this was why she loved her shift. Working during the day would have been way too much work. How was she supposed to keep up on her reading and delightful memories when she had to pay attention to customers? And as thought on cue she heard the bell jingle. Propping her chin on her hand she leaned forward and glanced up. Just some lady. Not one of the usual people she saw. Probably here for condoms. Tended to be another standard late-night fare.