A/N: I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas Eve/Day. I didn't, not really. I'd passed out at my job and spent Christmas Eve in the hospital. Don't worry, I'm ok now and back home resting. I'm not going back to work until January, so hopefully I'll be fully better until then. I did get presents from my mom though; some makeup from Sephora and a new purse! What did you guys get for Christmas?

Here's another new chapter for you. I have some time to myself to figure out where I want this little story to go. Hope you enjoy!

After my conversation with Edward, I walked to my section of the store to start working.

The specific tasks of my job varied from day to day, depending on how busy we were. But nine times out of ten, I would be either on the floor adding new merchandise from the back room, or adding older clothes back onto the floor from the fitting room, what the floor associates called "running racks". If it was super slow, I would also make tickets from the clothes that didn't have them, or got pulled off or switched. But that was rare now, considering I was one of the only seasoned part-time workers left in my area, after being here for 2 years. Everyone else was either full-time or a newer worker.

Right now, as the store was still relatively slow, I walked around to see who else I was working with in my section. There were four of us: Kate, Rosalie, Angela, and me.

I saw Kate scanning tickets in the middle of the tops section and waved. "Hi, Kate," I spoke.

Kate looked up and smiled back, "Hey, girl. I saw you talking with that guy again." She added in the teasing tone.

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks starting to blush again. "Yeah, he wanted to see how he could apply here."

She raised her eyebrows in mid-scan. "Apply? Here? In this shithole?" It was her time to roll her eyes. "Wow, he must really need it bad. Maybe he's applying to see you too."

"I don't even know him."

"Not yet, anyway. You've met his family already."

"In passing, in the check-out line. As a cashier. I don't think that counts as an official meeting." My eyes fell to my dirty black Converse sneakers.

"Still, like I said before, there's nothing wrong with a little summer fling –"

"I don't want a summer fling, ok. I already tried that with…him and it didn't work out. And that too had started at work…" I shuddered as I trailed off as my mind went back to a year ago. Hand holding had turned into hair-pulling. Conversations into heated arguments. Smiles into stressful, sleepless nights in tears. He had come into my life like a freight train, and had left it just as fast. And that was when the nightmares began.

"Hey…" Kate's hand slid on my shoulder, and I blinked back both bad memories and the first wave of tears. "Shit. I'm sorry, honey. I forgot. It's been almost a year, right? Since he left?" I nodded. "He hasn't tried to contact you, has he?" I shook my head, wiping away a stray tear. She sighed deeply, "Good. I mean, I don't know all that had happened, but from what you told me, he was an asshole. And he was a lousy worker here too, making stupid mistakes and stuff. You're better off without him."

I sniffled, prying my eyes away from the floor to look into Kate's deep blue eyes. "Thanks. So, you closing tonight?"

"Yup, got here at 2 and not leaving." She said sarcastically. "I just hope it stays quiet like it's been all day."

I chuckled quietly, looking around the building floor. "Yeah, me too. Do you want to cover the fitting room or should I?"

"Honestly, I don't really care," she chuckled, turning the scanner off and pushing the remainder of the clothes on the small silver rack beside her. "You can take over the fitting room if you want, though."

"Ok, cool." I smiled.