Hardwood

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"Hell no," she deadpanned. "There is no way on God's green earth that I am going to keep peeing and come out while you're in here."

"Why? I just came to see you!" he said. He clearly didn't understand the problem here.

"Dude, this is so wrong. You're not allowed in here!" she practically exclaimed, but quietly. The walls were this around these parts.

"Oh come on, our stores might hate each other, but that doesn't mean we can't be together-" he said.

"No, you rusty screw, I'm talking about the ladies' bathroom!" she whisper-shouted. "Guys aren't allowed in here!"

"In North Carolina they are," he said back. "Anyway, I can't stay long."

"Yea, you need to leave," she said harshly, but not too harshly. He was really a sweet boy. Stupid maybe, but a nice guy.

"No, I mean my mom is expecting me home soon," he said.

"Okay..." she said back.

"Alright..." he said.

They sat in awkward silence for a moment.

"Let's run away together," he suggested abruptly.

She raised her eyebrows. What the flying garage fan is wrong with him?