A/N: Okay, so here is the first tidbit of my Eleven/Rose fanfiction. There are more after this. Enjoy!
"Okay, here's your receipt," the blonde said, handing her the white strip of paper. The brunette smiled gratefully to the fellow woman and stuffed the paper in her wallet.
"And, if I have any questions?" the brunette asked.
"Oh, here! I'll give you the numbah, best helpline in the universe," the blonde answered, her Estuary English accent was evident.
"Thank you, not sure what I would have done without you."
"S'okay, glad to help. have a nice day!"
"You too," the brunette replied, took the card with black numbers on it, the bag, and walked out the door. The blonde watched as she left and told her fellow cashier she was heading to the back room. When she got there started to gather her belongings and her boss joined her.
"Again, thank you for covering Paul's shift," he said.
"It was nothing, I'm just sorry for not giving the two weeks notice, but some family issues came up."
"I understand. Thank you, again." Rose gave the man a small smile and they strided over to the front door, all the while people were saying their goodbyes. The blonde hugged her boss, saying one last goodbye.
As she walked out the door he said his, "Goodbye, Rose."