"Have a fine and frugal day," I say in an emotionless tone to the faceless customer, handing him his receipt. I turn back to the register and close the money tray.

"Annie-bananie," I hear from behind me. I cringe. "That's no way to treat a customer. You have to be cheerful."

I turn to face my least favourite person on the whole earth, plastering the fakest smile I can muster.

"This better?" I ask him. He narrows his gaze at me. "What do you want, Boomer?"

"I know you robbed the store again," Boomer leant over the counter, his foul breath making me retreat backwards until my back hits the other counter.

"Yeah?" I say confidently. "What makes you think that?"

"You did it last time," he scoffs. "The question is, why did you hit the same store twice? Are you that dumb?"

I scowl, and just before I say anything I probably will regret, I hear another voice.

"Hey, Annie."

I turn to the end of the conveyor, where there stands a sight for sore eyes like mine. "Hey Greg," I say softly, forgetting all about Boomer for approximately 1.73 seconds before he speaks again and ruins any particle of happiness in my body.

"Who's this?" Boomer asks, eying Greg. I purse my lips and try to control my tone. Greg cuts me off before I can speak though.

"I'm Greg," he introduced himself to Boomer, obviously not knowing what an evil man he was. "I'm... ah- a friend of Annie's."

Greg smiles at me and I return it. We had a special moment together drinking that Ginger Schnapps the other night at the bleachers on the baseball field, and we still had yet to address that chemistry between us. I'm not sure 'friend' was the right word for us, but I couldn't really think of a better one.

Greg cocked his head at Boomer. "And you are…?" he asks.

"Oh, I'm Annie's manager," Boomer motioned to his name tag. "Boomer." He extended his hand for a shake. I turn back to the monitor, pretending to press a few buttons to relieve the awkwardness. Glancing over, I see Greg has a few groceries in his hand.

"I can help you with that," I told him, motioning to the groceries. He looked down at them then placed them on the conveyor.

"Well, I see you later then, Annie-bananie," Boomer called out as he leaves, and I visibly shudder.

"Annie-bananie?" Greg eyes me as I rack up his purchases. "He bothering you?" he asks me, and I scoff as place the toilet paper and milk, bread, cereal and crackers in bags.

"You could say that," I say quietly. I try to change the subject. "Hows Sadie?"

"Good," he replies and I smile. I love our little girl. She was the best thing to ever happen to me - to us. Greg motions to his groceries. "Just needed a stock up in the home," he explains.

"And you couldn't have gone to the grocery store 5 minutes from your house?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I wanted to see you," he told me. I smile again. Gosh, he was really lightening up my day. He reached into one of the bags and held out the cheese and crackers cereal. "And besides, this is the only place that stocks my favourite cereal."

I look at the box, memorised for a second as his jiggles it. It was the same brand that he and I ate that night. When we…

Biting back a grin I check the monitor. "That's $14.78," I tell him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. I catch a glimpse of a photo that he has in his wallet. It a was a picture taken before Greg and I divorced 3 years ago, and we went on a road trip with Sadie. Our car broke down and we were stranded on the side of the road, and why we were waiting for assistance, Greg had made us take a photo of all of us together. Although the trip hadn't gone completely to plan, it still was one of the best memories of my life, and I'm glad Greg kept a photo of it.

Looking closer at it - even though it was upside down to me - I see that in the photo I was kissing Greg, and Sadie was standing between us with her hands over her eyes. The selfie had been fun to take and I smile now at the memory.

Greg noticed me looking at it, and took out the picture, gently flapping it between his fingers.

"My favourite photo," he says, smiling. I raise my gaze to meet his eyes. A moment passes between us, but I can't place what it is. It was a moment, if that makes any sense.

Suddenly the moment is interrupted by a dinging of another register, and I shake my head to clear it. Greg hands me the cash and I print the receipt and hand him his change.

As he returns the change to his wallet, his clears his throat. "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" he asks me, acting slightly nervous.

I quickly think. I haven't scheduled anything with Ruby and Beth, so I think I am free. "I've got nothing on," I tell him.

"Would you like to come over and watch a movie with me and Sadie?" Greg still looks hesitant.

"You know Sadie hate watching movies with us," I tell him thinking back to our last movie night. "She'll probably just go and do her homework in the middle of the film."

"Yeah," he says with his head down, "but that will give us some time alone."

"I would like that." I smiled at him, and he mirrors it with a grin.

"Good, great." He lifts the bags and starts to walk away.

"Hey, Greg!" I call after him. He turns back and I take a deep breath. He cocks his eyebrows and a humorous smirk takes place on his face. "You, um, left your receipt." I held up the document in question.

He walks back towards me and takes it from my hand, brushing my palm softly. I look up and catch his gaze, his eyes twinkling. "I'll see you tomorrow," he says softly, walking back to the door.

"See ya then!" I call out. He raises his hand in acknowledgment. Glancing towards the clock, I see that my shift is about to end. I start packing up my things, a natural smile gracing my face.

"I know I said to be cheerful to the customers, but not that cheerful." And with those few words, my happiness fades.

I turn to face Boomer. "Like he said," I tell my manager with as much self-control as I can scrounge together, "Greg's an old friend."

"Yeah, well, next time don't take that long with a customer." He turned his back and started walking away, calling over his shoulder, "There are other customers waiting."

I look around. There were hardly any customers in the store this late, and no one was waiting in my queue. I turn back to my register, trying to find again that happiness that only Sadie and Greg could bring to me.

Author's note: Hey guys! So I just finished watching Good Girls after a binge session (best way to watch a series!) and loved it! My favourite pairing was definitely Greg and Annie, so I just had to write a fanfic about them. I also love Sadie, so I will add her in as often as I can.

This is set after season 1, and in my version, the last scene in episode 10 doesn't happen, so Rio is not making Beth kill him.

Please review and let me know what you think!