Epilogue

"Audrey," 24-year-old Seymour asked his coworker from across the shop.

She glanced up from the tissue paper she was fumbling with and met his eyes.

"Audrey… I've… I've been meaning to ask. What's your father's name?"

He was curious since he had learned her last name some time ago.

She turned her face back down. Seymour realized his mistake. 10 seconds of silence followed. She took several deep breaths before she answered.

"I never really knew him ya know," she answered stroking the paper, still not looking up. "He took off early. He left my mom and me alone."

She continued to stroke the paper, Seymour watching her hands move back and forth.

"Was… was it John?"

She looked up at him abruptly, "Yes, did you know him?" her eyes growing wide.

Seymour looked down at the floor.

"Yeah. I… I did."

"How?"

He looked back up at her, staring back at him.

"He used to work here."

"He did?" she whispered.

"Yeah." Seymour turned his face to cash register. "I got him fired actually."

He looked back at her, a shy smile forming on her lips. She hesitated, looking into his eyes, cheeks blushing.

"Thank you," she said finally.

Seymour smiled.