Greg had run his uncles store many times in the past, and had retained a lot of things he would have to do. A fact that his uncle trusted enough to leave him alone in the store without explaining to him. He did, however, stay long enough to explain the whole situation. They talked about salary, a hefty number that Greg was more than happy with. He would phase out of the whole thing eventually, coming to the store less often and eventually only coming to check up on how things had been going that month and so on.
People were always streaming in and out, but never came at all at once a fact that Greg loved. He never had to strain himself or do more than he was capable of. A few people recognized him, but he didn't them. He noticed a few classmates, but they had either forgotten about him or chose not to acknowledge him.
The best thing about the whole thing was that he hardly ever had anytime to think about difficult things, because he was doing something. When no one was in the store he balanced old books he found in the back, or organized the merchandise near the front counter where he had sat for the majority of the day. He wouldn't have to face death anymore.
An hour before shift change at 5, which someone else would come in, John showed up. He is dressed in a tight sweater, and jeans. Greg looks his way and pretends to not notice him enter, "Hey Greg" he said, walking over to the counter.
"Hi John," He mumbled, "You getting something?"
"Guess what I'm getting," He smiles, "I use to come up here everyday when you worked here, and got the same thing,"
"A Coke and a Candy Bar," Greg mumbled, not thinking.
"HA!, you remembered?" he laughs, "how come that is Greg?" Greg shrugs, "well anyway, I'm getting a bottle of water," he took two strides to the cooler and pulled out a flavored water, "Because my mom says that if I am still going to be living with her I have eat healthy,"
"And she cooks for you?" Greg asks, with a small chuckle. He scans the label, "1.46"
"As a matter of fact, she does," he says, taking back the bottle.
"Have just not been able to find a job?" Greg asks. He shakes his head. "Ill see what I can do,"
"that would awesome," He whispers with a smile, "i gotta go," he turns to leave, "Oh, I have to pay," he reaches for his wallet.
"Don't worry about it," Greg says, "i got you,"
"Really?"
"you heard me, now go,"
He walks away. Greg sighs and watches him go, he stops at the door, and turns around. "Do you want to go to a movie tonight, on me?" he asks timidly. "if you want," he adds.
"I'd like that," Greg nods. "Ill be at 5,"
"Ill be here," and with a nod he is gone in a flash.
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