Exercise 13
Warnings: Cursing
And the warnings are back!
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Mike raises an eyebrow as he’s handed a box of new merchandise, silently questioning his manager why thick wool sweaters are already replacing the bright colored t-shirts. It doesn’t feel like winter’s coming. But then again, the season’s always sneak up on him. She seems to understand the confusion at least as he rubs at the scars on the top of his head, her kind voice he always makes sure to return voicing the wish for summer to stay forever.
But it means hell spawns won’t be running around everywhere and fucking up the layout.
The bald man obediently turns to his designated area, one he’s laid claim over since day one without being challenged. Most likely because it’s the children’s section. The other reason his manager knowing he’d be completely lost if he had to remember the entire floor rather than one area. He already has a hard enough time remembering replaced items.
But while his coworkers know about his ‘special case’, customers don’t. The man strutting toward him definitely doesn’t considering the look on his face is one of relief and determination. It’ll soon turn to anger when it’s realized just how useless Mike is. The worst part is the retail worker can’t warn him. His trespassing is nothing but encouraged inside the store.
“Where’s the men’s section?” And that allows Mike to answer correctly with ‘upstairs’.
The brief delight from a straightforward response turns into confusion. “Which floor?”
Shit, there’s more than two floors? “Smiley knows.”
The anger Mike was waiting for appears as the man looks for the manager mentioned, quickly walking toward her as her smile falters seeing the direction he came from. Especially at the mention her employee doesn’t even know her name’s Shelby. Meets the bald man’s gaze to confirm he’s lost another job. His longest, too, the record now standing at two months.