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"So..I'm sure you'll get 'ta of things pretty fast..It's all simple.."

Kit was showing me around the station a few minutes later, after I introduced myself and he asked me to finish signing off on some forms that hadn't been completed yet. Kit mumbled softly in a disgruntled tone while he ruffled through my file, rolling his eyes at all the paper work. According to him, Bill like too keep everything 'recorded', something he was still getting used too. Once that matter was all settled, we began our tour. Throughout the entire thing, I couldn't seem to force a smile onto my expression. It shouldn't have been so hard, Because Kit was being more then polite and pleasant, But I wasn't used to smiling, and I still felt uncertain about this work situation.

The main part of the station held shelves with candies and snacks, there was everything from Cracker Jacks to Charleston Chews, Hershey chocolate bars and Sugar Daddy's. Towards the front of the store, there was even a cooler that had Coke-a-cola soda pop. I made a mental note to buy one of those before I left. Next to the cooler stood the counter and the register beside it. Kit explained that he'd train me over the course of two or three weeks how to use it, but he didn't expect it to take that long.

" 'Ya look like a smart girl."

I stared at him, only nodding and cracked just the smallest of smiles, It wasn't impressive by any means, but it didn't stop him from returning the gesture. If my smile resembled a struggling flame, Kit's resembled the sun, warm and pleasant, but blinding if you stared at it too long. At least, I couldn't seem to stare at it, something in me hurt just to see such undiluted happiness.

The tour concluded in the garage, Apart from being the manager, and the store hand, Kit was also the mechanic. It impressed me how much he actually managed to do in one day, and it was at that moment that I realized just how much they may need me at the store. I'd been having second thoughts, just thinking of making some excuse to not come the next day, But at that moment, I knew I wouldn't be able to bring myself to abandon Kit that way, It would just be cruel. Already, he seemed relieved to have someone around, if only to have a person to converse with.

The hours passed quickly, and all the while Kit tried without much success to lure conversation out of me, at one point, I saw the quickest flash of frustration pass over his features, just the slightest clouds over the sun before it was gone. When I finally left, He waved at me from the door, and while sliding into the car, I glanced over to him, giving him a gentle wave in return. It was the least I could do after hours of dead silence.

"So..How was your day, Did Kit treat you alright?"

My father looked over expectantly as if I was about to give him a detailed explanation of my day, filled with complete verbatim quotes of our dialog and an in-depth play by play of my movements. If that was what he was waiting for, He must have been disappointed.

"Yes and fine."

Nothing else was said, and that night, I ate dinner in a rush and disappeared into my bedroom. I could hear my parents mumbling under their breath downstairs, about me no doubt, about how 'concerened' they where for my well being. But I knew how the conversation would end, a shrug from my father, a disappointed sigh from my mother and then they'd be off to bed. So I didn't really take much notice of their words, instead, I thought about Kit. How old was he really? Did he live on his own? And if he did, did he have a wife? How come she was never mentioned at the dinner parties? But then again, I was not a reliable source for what was said, since I was rarely ever fully present myself.

Maybe at some point, those would be questions that I may actually be able to ask him if I could move out of my clammed up shell. But then it might lead to him asking questions about me, and that was definitely something I didn't feel the need to bring up.

At some point, I drifted off to sleep, the first peaceful sleep I'd had in what felt like years. Maybe I was tired from work, or maybe it was something different altogether.