Dedicated to antisocial_dp2 because she pointed out a mistake in this chapter :)
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"All I want to do is hide. But I can't stop myself from staring." - Standing in the Dark, Lawson
I saw her.
The moment she walked into the room.
She stood in the corner.
Watching the world.
Eyes darting everywhere.
I saw her.
And I couldn't look away.
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I sit on the stool in the corner of the shop, slowly taking in my surroundings.
The thing I like the most about this place is it's uniqueness: how everything is always different, always changing. There are few, if not no, duplicates. I like how this shop is filled with simplicity and complexity at the same time.
I like how this place shows that not everything has to be perfect to have a use.
"Sam."
"Yes, Mr Jones?" I answer, getting to my feet.
"You can go back early today."
I stop in my tracks, startled by his words. "What?"
"You can go back early today," he repeats, walking towards me. "You don't have to stay."
"Are you sure?" I ask, concerned. "What if something happens?"
He chuckles, placing a hand on my shoulder. "It's clear that today would be a slow day. Just go home, Sam. I can handle it here."
"You sure?" I ask again, not wanting to leave Mr Jones for fear of any unexpected situations. "I can stay. I have nothing going on today."
He shakes his head. "No, go. It's summer. You shouldn't spend it cooped up in a shop like this."
But I like it. That's why I come back every summer.
Do you really like it?
Is that really why you come back?
You know the reason, Sam. Stop lying to yourself.
"Thank you, Mr Jones," I answer, uncertainty thick in my voice.
He smiles, clearly sensing this. "Don't worry, Sam. Go."
I nod, making a beeline towards the back room to retrieve my belongings. I swing my backpack over my shoulders and head out of the shop.
"Bye, Mr Jones. Take care."
He chuckles. "It's not like you'll be gone for a month. I'll be fine, Sam. Stop worrying."
I nod. "Will do, Mr Jones," I say as I exit the shop, the chiming of the bells signalling my exit.
My right hand holds the strap of my backpack while I stuff my left hand into my jeans pocket, the left strap of my bag dangling behind me. I don't have the energy or motivation to wear it across my shoulders right now.
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