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Zane hadn’t been expected to be knocked to the ground at the beginning of his shift- nonetheless knocked down at all.
It had happened in a split moment; he’d gone to check the price on an item for a cashier whenever he felt another suddenly barrel into him as he turned the corner. He groaned, rolling over onto his side.
He looked irritated, but he moreso wanted to stay on the tiled floor for the rest of his life, rather embarrassed. He slowly looked up to see who the culprit was, finding himself looking at someone in the same uniform. Their nametag wasn’t pinned properly to their uniform and Zane couldn’t remember his name to save his life.
Had he met this guy before?
“I’m sorry.” He was, and it would sound convincing if he didn’t still seem to be glaring. Something about the guy screamed familiar, but Zane decided to write it off to both of them working at the same store. “Should’ve watched where I was going.”










