*** Mark ***
"I could've picked up groceries yesterday evening, mah." Mark Daniels glanced at his mother on the passenger side of the car."Shoulda, woulda, coulda!" His mother muttered. She wound down the windshield. As if that would help her get a clearer picture of the crowd leaving and entering the supermarket. "Is it always this crowded?"Mark rubbed his forehead in frustration. If he ignored that question, she would call him disrespectful and they'd start quarreling. "Yes, because it's Saturday. Also, you already know this. Should we go to the mall instead?"Even as he asked this, he knew the suggestion was dumb. The mall was often much worse than Ever-Good supermarket on this day and time of the week. But he hated driving in traffic or shopping in crowded places. No doubt, there would be kids in there screaming for no reason while their parents did nothing about it.His mother's reply was as expected. "We're already here. Also, you hate it there on Saturday."Mark eased the car forward, moving slowly behind the vehicles in front. Soon, they were within the premises. "And now we pray for parking space." He grumbled."No worries there. Half of these people are leaving." His mother said idly.Three minutes passed and they did not find a vacant parking spot."I'll just go inside and get the stuff." His mother said. She opened the door to get out of the car without looking and accidentally hit a passerby. Her purse, which sat half-open on her thighs, fell out at the same time.Typical. Mark scoffed when he recalled how quick she was to call others clumsy."Oh, sorry my dear!" She said.Glancing her way to see the look on the victim's face, his eyes settled on a very ordinary-looking girl. She wore a grimace which was soon transforming into a friendly smile.Mark's eyes remained fixed on the girl and he found himself recalling the Sun's golden ball when it rose on the horizon at the first light of dawn.The girl bent down with his mother and proceeded to assist with picking up the things that fell out of the purse. The wind played with her yellow flay dress when she hunched. With one hand, she held the dress down, preventing it from lifting off her thighs and revealing her underwear.'Look up.' He willed her. 'Look at me.'Girls liked his face and for some reason, he wanted this one to notice him.In a few moments, when she and his mother were done, she raised her head. But only for one second. Cars started to honk behind him, signaling that there was space to move further in the queue of cars.She had looked but had gotten distracted and not seen him.At that instant, his mother threw some of the things back in the seat, shut the door, and waved him off.As he moved the car, he kept glancing at the rearview. But the girl was on her way out of the premises. He soon found a spot near the reserved space. Straining his neck to look at her one last time, he found her exiting the large gate into the street.He got out of the car and stood there, eyes in the gate's direction, until his mom called out."Are you coming?"The following week, Mark had almost forgotten the incident and went to the same supermarket to pick up some toiletries.His mother was not with him and it was a Thursday evening. The place was much less crowded, perhaps because of the game. Which he was also in a hurry to get back and watch."Sir, here's a cart."Mark turned around to find a young man in the shop's uniform thrusting the smaller shopping basket his way."Don't need it. Just getting a couple of these." He replied."Oh," Was the staff's reply.Moments later, with two bottles of wine in one hand and a bunch of toiletries balanced on the other, using his jaw for support, he marched carefully to the nearest checkout counter. Only a few feet from the counter, Philip Gonza, the owner of the place, blocked his path."Need a cart?" He mocked."I'm checking out. Move." Mark replied, going around the man.Soon, he had deposited his items on the counter and was bringing out his wallet when he saw her. The yellow dress girl from last time.This time, she wore the supermarket's uniform and was sitting behind the next cash register to his own. For a moment, he considered taking his items there instead, but there was a short queue on that side. He reflected that he should've accepted the cart.Once again as he was paying, he willed her to look up. To see him. It didn't work this time. Her eyes moved between her monitor and the counter only.The supermarket speaker came on with the voice of a commentator, reminding him that he was in a hurry to go watch the game. He finished paying and started to leave, still looking and willing the girl to see him.He walked past and her attention did not waver from the work she was doing."She works here, huh." He murmured to himself, racing to where he parked. "The game, the game, the game."**************Months later.Solana arrived home from yet another failed interview and flung her bag on the chair in frustration. She had done poorly and knew she wasn't getting the job. The cosmetic company had also replied with a declined email, so she decided she was still pathetic and destitute. Turning on the air conditioner, the familiar buzzing that filled the silent room was quickly accompanied by the sound of her ringing phone.She quickly kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the sofa bed while getting the phone out of her bag.It was the supermarket manager. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of his name. She braced herself to sound as sick as possible."Hello, Mr. Gonza.""Just saw you getting off a cab." He said."Are you sure? Because I'm indoors." Her heart was thumping in her chest."Yes, I'm sure. You got out of a dirty white cab moments ago, Solana.""Oh. Yeah, I was getting back from the pharmacy.""I see. Self-medication huh."The comment sounded like mockery and for a brief moment, Solana considered hanging up and turning off her phone. She could lie that her battery was low and died suddenly.Brushing off the idea, she replied, "It's woman sickness, Mr. Gonza. I didn't need to see a doctor.""Hmm OK. Feel better." He hung up.“Damn!” She exhaled as she allowed her head to drop on the large sofa’s backrest.The man (her boss) was a strict, by-the-book fellow. What he lacked in his kind eyes, he made up for it in his cold, one-liner, direct, manner of speech. Mr. Gonza didn't mince words when he spoke.She recalled his last interaction with a former staff member, which she witnessed from behind a shelf in the store. It had been with the pretty Fiona, one of the former cashiers. Solana had been helping with inventory that day because Jonah was on sick leave."You asked to see me?" At the sound of Fiona's voice, she had quietly tiptoed to the most comfortable eavesdropping spot closest to Mr. Gonza’s desk. He hadn't asked the girl to sit. Instead, he had stood up from his chair to stand in front of her.Solana recalled thinking she was about to witness an office tryst. The cool, no-BS manager was involved with a cashier, huh? He had to know someone was somewhere inside this store. Or didn't he? She had been so wrong and it had only taken a moment for her conclusion to self-correct itself."You are pretty. But I'm sure you already know this." Mr. Gonza had the kindest smile on his face when he said this, causing the girl to blush with a shy smile. If Fiona had known what would follow that compliment, maybe she would have saved her smile for another situation.The kind expression on the manager's face had quickly been replaced by an earnestness that wiped the smile off Fiona’s face, even before she heard the next comment.The manager had placed a hand on his chest when he continued. "I'm confident you'll find many people out there willing to entertain your tardiness and lackadaisical attitude to work." His expression had been so kind yet serious, that one would've thought he was preaching the word of god to the girl."You're fired, dear." He even patted her arm gently when he walked past her.Fiona had stood there stunned and open-mouthed. Solana had tried to hurry back to continue her counting and recording, but she was sure the manager caught her from the way he paused by the door before heading out.That talk with Fiona was the longest she had heard Mr. Gonza interacting one-on-one with a staff member. She had been working there for barely two months at the time. That was when she quickly learned that, even though this job was a low-pay temporary one, the manager did not tolerate any form of nonsense. He also was not into giving many chances because from what she heard afterwards, Fiona only got one warning. Strike two was the pink slip.Damn it, I hope he believed me. He had seen her on the road when she had claimed she was ill and couldn't come to work. She feared what he might do about it. Well, she would find out tomorrow, wouldn’t she? No matter how wretched the job was to her, getting fired was a bitch though. It was better to quit on one's own terms.Tomorrow arrived and Solana arrived early at the supermarket. She couldn't help but worry about yesterday. What would Mr. Gonza say once she inevitably runs into him? Like clockwork, she was about to sign in to begin work that morning when she heard her full name."Solana Jang." The boss called out as he marched briskly into the staff hall.Hello and Welcome to the Lovelane Motel. This is my first novela here. I revised it to make it more enjoyable for readers. I look forward to connecting with the Goodnovel family (readers and authors alike) as I explore other exciting genre such as werewolf and mafia romance. Cheers. :)
*** Solana ***Solana's heart was in her stomach as Mr. Gonza approached. Linda, his assistant, was beside him. She had a file under her arm as she typed on her phone with one hand. 'Please god, I still need this job... for food... and rent.'Her boss slowed his strides when he came a few feet closer."Good morning, Mr. Gonza. Miss Lance." She greeted the two. "You're early today." Her boss said. He had a curious frown on his face. She wondered if there was a right and wrong reply to that comment."I woke up early." Lame reply, she thought."Oh. Sweet. The meds must've worked wonders." He said.Was that sarcasm? She would never know because she lacked the courage to ask. "I... guess." She mumbled.The silence didn't last three seconds but it started to get awkward fast before he said,"Well, it's good to know you're better now. Enjoy." He walked off into the sales floor with Linda trailing behind."Thanks... sir." She murmured."I don't think he heard that, Sol. He’s gone." Kofi sai
Philip Gonza drove his black Mazda into his street mart private parking lot, waving to the security staff members as he passed. He parked at his usual reserved spot beside the Khaya tree, near the supermarket entrance. Turning off the engine caused the car radio to go off too, bringing the usual calm and quiet that he loved so much at this time of day.Phil checked the time again. It was already 7.25. The sun was coming up full now. The Ever-Good supermarket did not open to customers until 8.15 AM and his self-assigned resumption time was 7.50. Although he liked to arrive at least twenty minutes earlier. It gave him time to chill in his car and fiddle with his phone or just let his mind roam.This was his routine every morning since his father handed him this shop. He loved sitting under this slightly large tree with his car door open in the mornings before resuming his duties. The only sound at this time was of birds singing atop the tree. Cars honked out in the street, but the sound
☆ Mark ☆It was the thirteenth day after his mother's funeral that Mark decided to save her "precious" Lovelane. That was not the only turnaround he made. Smoking weed beside her grave every morning was also cancelled. He decided it was pointless and a waste of time. Especially if he meant to save his livelihood. He couldn't decide what had brought on the epiphany. Was it the serious roasting he got from his uncle? Or the scolding that accompanied his merely mentioning that he wished to sell the place? One thing was certain. The talk with Kendi, his cousin, the one who was set to take his house, had played a major role.When she called at first, he'd told himself to bear in mind that money and property caused family members to turn on each other. All of his mother's assets would go to her if he failed to adhere to the will. So he'd listened without forming any real opinion.It had been on the tip of his lips to beg her that he didn't want to be homeless. She could take everything else
Days later.Walking was good for the soul and body, Solana told herself, ignoring the shared cab honking to get her attention. The man's car was not yet full and he needed just one more passenger to complete the seats in order to earn his full money for the trip. Her job required sitting most of the time, so walking was good exercise. Never mind that her house was some twenty-five minutes walk from the supermarket where she worked. And she didn't have any extra calories to burn. This workout was not needed at all unless she was trying to lose her non-existent weight.Who was she kidding? She didn't want to walk home. The only thing she liked about her job was its proximity to the house. She always arrived home five to ten minutes after her shift, depending on the traffic situation. That was something very few people enjoyed in this busy city. But walking instead of taking a cab meant not getting back as quickly as she liked to. The only problem was she hated spending money nowadays.
'Nice and calm.' It was raining outside. All the air-conditioners were turned on. Solana snuggled into her jacket, enjoying the calmness of her surroundings as her eyes scanned the sales floor and aisles. It was a Friday morning. The supermarket was still empty except for the morning shift staff and two customers. Nope. Three. A formally-dressed tall man was now walking toward the cash counters with two large loaves and something else Solana couldn't see. She guessed the other two customers were probably just window shopping. "Do you know what a shopping cart is?" She wondered aloud, looking at the man approaching the cash point. He chose to stop at Zuri's counter, and Solana gave a silent prayer of thanks."Nice and calm." She hummed silently. It was wrong to enjoy the peace that came with slow business hours. Especially since this was where she earned her living. But she couldn't help it. The weather made her want to stay like this till she clocked out later. She did not feel li
*** Mark *** Mark sat where his mom used to sit and work in the brightly lit, sparsely decorated, spacious office. As he stared at the open Excel sheet on his mother's laptop, he mouthed, "Unbelievable." The initial renovations had actually had an effect. And quickly, too. He'd noticed the increase in foot traffic, but he didn't know things had picked up at this pace. Things have gotten much better than he expected in such a short time. So the free condoms worked, huh? How about that? He couldn't help but smile. But he quickly reminded himself that he had only scratched the surface of the beginning. It was a great start. He must maintain this momentum for the next five months, give or take. That meant continuous improvement. Or kaizen, as the Japanese called it. At least the very least, he must constantly do something new to spur the steady increase of guests. At some point in the last few weeks, he realized he couldn't do this alone. Joe and Ugo were a great help with security,
*** Solana ***Moments later, Sol followed the tall handsome stranger with beautiful eyes into his hotel room. The place was a little larger than average. The light was dim and the room smelled of fresh air and lemon, with a hint of tobacco. He pointed at the door on the left which was slightly ajar as they walked in. Sol quickly headed in there to do her business. She walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later. As she shut the door, the man stood up from where he sat on the nicely done bed. "Clean, isn't it," He said as he walked in slow, casual strides."Thank you for letting me use it." She smiled. "And sorry for jumping to conclusions this morning at the supermarket.""No problem and no problem.""So were you able to test the condom? Did you test it on a toy or a person?" Her voice rang with laughter. She was feeling so bold. Alcohol was the shit, yeah! She thought."You seem different tonight... Uninhibited." His voice was soft as he ignored her jokes."You don't know how I
*** Mark *** "So-Yeah...Alright." Mark remained seated on the bed, nodding his head to nothing, no one, and for no reason as the door clicked shut after the girl went out. He realized what he was doing and decided his brain was still on pause because the only words he could get out after what just happened were those three meaningless mumble - so yeah alright! He had been blank from the moment she had walked out of the bathroom with her eyes glinting flirtatiously. Getting off the bed, he quickly made his way into the bathroom. When he came out minutes later, he was determined to get his head back on track. "Maybe- MAYBE! That should not have happened!" He said while looking around the bedroom for his briefs. Sex was not part of the plan. Quite unexpected. If he were honest with himself, the whole brain pause had begun the moment she stood up from among her friends and walked unto the dance floor. The only thought in his head as he watched her, as she looked at him invitingly,