Chapter 8

Serenity

Organizing the shoes on the rack when the bell chimed, signaling a customer. I stopped what I was doing to notice that the guy I bumped into and his entourage were in the store. My eyelids flutter, hoping I am seeing things. Nope, he is here.

“Camila, go help our guest, and I'll watch the register.”

“Um, how about no? They reek of privilege.” She giggled.

“I'll rock, paper, and scissors you for the register.”

“Fine, don't cry when you lose either.” She agreed.

She held out paper, and I threw out a rock. I inhaled and exhaled before walking over to them. The girl's whining noise irritated my eardrums. Whatever she wanted, the boys refused to let her buy them.

“Good afternoon. Can I help you find anything today?” I asked her, praying she didn't remember me.

“No, what I want, they want; let me have.” She had a lot of aggression in her voice.

She seems like she used to get her way all the time.

The doorbell chimed again, and this time it was Javonte and Franklin. I left