CROSS
The door bursts open and the bell jiggles, announcing a customer but instead, I'm lifting my head to my boss who is groping a woman's ass and kissing her possessively.
Great! Just fucking great! Yet another night to listen to them fuck while customers either wrinkle their nose at me in disgust or arch their brows in interest- we got a lot of perverts and for the Karens who glared at me, if I could, I wouldn't be here either.
I straightened in my seat and put my books aside. He always complained I wasn't paying attention to the job. What could I do when there were no customers? Play pretend? Would he fancy a psycho more than a nerd?
I cringed at the sound of their wet kisses, and stole a peak just because. She had her arms wrapped around his neck while his eyes feasted on her. The way they swayed gently, I could tell they were drunk.
It was a different lady every night, just the same strong smell of alcohol and the same old bad decision. His ring was missing from his ring finger,
