Work Habits
It did not take long for Diggles to get into the groove at work. He was a natural, and as a person who stocks the shelves, his muscular build would serve him good for lifting heavier items onto the higher shelves. The only thing that was going against him, was all of the scar tissues he had on his abdomen, it would pull, sending him into a world of hurt.
One night, when it was just he and she, while she would be the last cashier and he would be the only stock person to close that night, Mr. Cutter told her to go ahead and clock out. After doing so, she went into the back and found Diggles doubled over in pain.
"Diggles, what is it? What happened," she asked dreadfully. She is very concerned. He was bright red; it almost looked like he was running a fever.
"It feels like someone has stabbed me in the chest, I do not know what it is. Can you please take a look?" he murmured.
Felicity was happy to oblige. She lifted up his shirt and saw the six-inch long scar going down his muscular abdomen. The scar looked fairly old, but it was radiating off heat. She looked at him. His face went from excruciating to joyful in an instant. He had to be screwing with her.
"DIGGLES, what the hell?!" she was clearly mad at him.
"I am sorry, I had to do something to get you back here," he said while wiping a tear of joy away from his face. He stood up, and hugged her while she stood there crying.
Diggles just could not stop laughing. Mr. Cutter then walked in and saw what happened, which technically was viewed as sexual harassment. He then proceeded to fire Felicity.
"Felicity, I am so sorry I got you fired," Diggles said with all sincerity. "I was just put there, Oliver wanted me to keep an eye on you for safety concerns, you know, after the fight that happened at school.
"That's okay, Diggles," she said with a small twinkle in her eye. "I was going to quit anyway,"