It was stifling inside the mascot suit—so hot I could hardly catch my breath. When I looked up, I spotted my wife, Marissa Osborne, walking through the doors, a handbag slung over her arm. My heart swelled.Last night, I'd told her that I'd found a part-time job as a mascot at Glory Grocer. It paid 300 dollars a day, and if I kept at it for a month, I could buy her the handbag she'd been eyeing. I perked up, walking resolutely toward Marissa. However, I then saw a tall man tagging along behind her. He was her first love, Dominic Finch. My eyes dropped to their hands, fingers tightly intertwined—a display of deep affection. My heart stopped. I froze to the spot, lost in a daze.Just then, the store manager rushed over and smacked me upside the head, jolting me back to reality. "Hey! Why are you spacing out, dumbass? We've got customers. Get moving! We're not paying you to space out!" I lowered my head and clenched my fists into balls, holding back my anger silently. Mari
Read more