Monday's Choice Chapter

Chapter 2 - Monday (Choice)

Luckily the sneaker store has a simple dress code: clean sneakers, jeans that show the sneakers off, and any black top you want. I'm putting on my clean Air Jordans, white, and pairing them with a high rise ripped light-blue cuffed jeans and a simple black crop top, that doesn't show a whole lot of skin because my jeans are high rise.

When I arrive, only David is there, a charming and tall black man, with an inviting smile. We've always been on friendly terms, and on more than one occassion flirted a little, if our manager Samantha wasn't around. It seemed to be one of those rare days.

"Heya," I say to him. "Samantha didn't come in?"

"Nope," he replies with a grin. "She went home sick the absolute second I arrived, so it's just you and me."

"Haha. Well, she's one person I won't miss, so I won't mind not saying goodbye to her."

"This is your last shift?"

"Yeah."

"Ever?"

I laugh a little. "Yeah, my last shift ever. I'm moving across the country in a week."

"Shiiiit..."

I don't know entirely know what he means with this comment, but when our eyes meet, I know I can see a shimmer of regret in his eyes. We never really hung out after work - sometimes we tried to, but every time one of us would already have plans. But between that and our occassional flirting, I can't say that I don't have a bit of regret myself that nothing ever happened between the two of us.

I log into the register, and our shift begins. Between a group of high schoolers, a couple of kids with their mum, and some regulars that come in every couple of days to talk about the upcoming collections and all, it was a pretty busy shift. David and I share a few looks every now and then, whenever a customer is being annoying. There's something mysterious about his looks, a bit mischievous. It's those kind of looks that you know is flirty without having to say anything. I can't help but flirt back just as wordlessly. Halfway through the shift, he throws a wink my way, and the annoying customer around me suddenly feels quite insignificant.

The stream of customers died down a few hours before closing time.

"Is there a game or something?"

"Yes, football," David answers. "It's gonna be quiet until close."

Because Samantha isn't there, we take that as a cue to sit down in the centre of the store.

"What are you gonna miss most?" David asks me.

"You, of course," I say playfully.

He laughs. "I can't believe after all these years nothing ever happened between us."

I turn a little to look right at him, meeting his eye. "Do you think it's too late?" I ask.

Before he can answer, the door of the store opens, and a girl comes in, asking for help. The rest of the shift is full of tension between me and David. I already start on a few closing routines, to speed up the actual closing at the end of our shift, while he helps the girl. Every time David got the chance, he looked at me.