Maybe Next Time

“Naw, I’m not feeling it right now, maybe next time.” You say.

She shrugs, “Your gonna miss out.” She taunts and walks through the door. For a minute you stay at the counter till she calls back, “See you soon!” And she presumably leaves early.

Now it’s just you and Ozzy, or more just you since Ozzy locks himself in his office counting the safe until closing.

You sigh, and take a deep, tired breath. You rest your arms on the counter and bury your head in them, ready to sleep. Reminding yourself that you are not done with the day yet, you look up at the time, 9:57. May as well close, it’s not like anyone’s gonna walk in.

You unhook the key from us safe spot, and shuffle to the door. You shove in the key, and it ‘clicks’ locked then tug on the door to make sure. You take a deep sigh, but just as you turn around there’s a ‘knock’ behind you.

The front door has a glass screen, and on the other side a gruff looking Donkey has his head pressed to the glass to see inside. When he sees you he nods down at the door, almost asking to come in.

Damn, you are technically closed, but maybe you could have some time for an extra customer, just this once.