Lollipop and promises
i
a supermarket is that time
rs slide open, customers come and go, the registers beep in a ste
g. Smile
nergy for much else. Between lectures, assignments, and trying to figure out what I actually want to
mo
hem are nice, some of them are awful, and some are just plain weird
r more, never less. Or the businessman who comes in every Thursday for a f
n there
Lolli
ool rush begins but before the dinner crowd kicks in. He walks in like he's got all the time in the world,
s, obviously. It
comes in. Ev
e day, he buys
cherry
. People have weird habits. But the
ndy aisle, like he already knows what he wants. And how, no ma
e. But for some reason, I
ly 4:15, the chime
before I can
here
gh it without thinking. Same unhurried pace as he walks
man in front of me. She's struggling to find her credit card, digging through
s, shifting through old receipts, lipstick tubes, and what
the guy behind her in line i
finds it, and by the time I hand her t
Lolli
r like always, sliding a dollar acro
It's always
bbing the bill and o
ils I haven't before-the faint shadows under his eyes, like he do
, and as always, he t
en he'
epping out into the early evening ligh
es. He's just another customer, just another
n the next item, I c
even lik
ad straight to campu
he semester, it's starting to drag. Tonight, we're discussing something about unre
though I know I'll have
ed. My apartment is small but comfortable-shared with my best friend, Rache
ossing a piece in the air a
I say, dropping
ysterious product spills? Secret
rn and collapse onto the couch beside her. "Though I th
ks up. "Oo
"There's this guy who comes in every day a
ks. "Tha
t's
en grins. "Obviously,
eyes. "O
weird, right? Who buys a
mit. "But now I can'
of popcorn into her mouth. "Well,
yebrow. "Fin
f he actually
up to grab a glass of water, I realize
I wi
care. Just b
be I care