Lollipop and promises
i
ys are
o the week. They're not like Fridays either, when people are mental
eholder between the days th
nd my register, rubbing at my temple as t
ong day. Long
ssigned chapter. But between working late last night and cramming for an upcoming quiz, I didn't have time. So inst
re was m
ing in the afternoon, I had to clean up a shattered pickle jar in Aisle Three, and I got stuck listening t
h. I'm
hear the chime
I tell myself no
Lolli
y he always shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. The
I don't know what's weirder-the fact that he comes in every single d
utral as he heads strai
front of me, placing a single cherry
t. Just tilt my head slightly an
st time, he
f a second, maybe l
hrugs. "I
ng him his change. "Tha
s at his lips. "It's n
my head. "So you
n't sa
dn't de
nything more. And just like that, the conversation is over. He tucks the
ys, he doesn
ft, I take t
through his phone, and an older woman knitting something bright orange. I lean against
s f
of answe
g every single day, I'd have a stronger opinion a
sn't seem
herry-flavored lollipops... or that'
ks with me longe
my brain still feels lik
ng against the counter as she e
, mouth half full
y shoes, sig
ond, then smirks. "Cherr
You need to stop
pposed to use
half a seco
Oh my God. You
my arms. "N
right throu
and down my face. "Ok
ust won something. "Eth
fridge, trying to ignore her smu
into her mouth. "And I bet he's just buyi
't re
ason, I don't think