A Day Late and a Dollar Short
I didn’t choose this title for @rayllum-week‘s day 3 prompt: modern college au just because I’m writing this a day late and I’m short a dollar.
Though that is part of it, yes.
Rayla loved pizza. Who didn’t? And now that she was in college, she could eat pizza a lot more often.
When you’re in college, you’re finally an adult. It’s your first attempt at adulthood – at independence. You finally get the chance to support yourself, to feel what it’s like when you take care of life’s problems all on your own. Including your diet.
And it was terrifying to Rayla. She had to handle everything herself, from her chores, to her schedules, to her finances.
The finances were the worst part, she thought. Budgeting her meager undergraduate income into a sustainable lifestyle was much easier when she was younger and didn’t have to actually do it herself.
Sometimes she wished Runaan had raised her as some super secret assassin, so she could be a hitperson for a living. Instead, here she was at university, majoring in general studies and just trying to get by.
And normally she’d be all for it. The independence, the freedom, the possibilities. It meant she could eat pizza whenever she wanted.
But then she’d missed Villads’ Pizzaria’s “66% Off” week. By one day. She could have gotten three times as many pizzas as usual, but here she was getting her typical amount for the typcial price as was her typical luck. Just as it was typical for her science teacher, Dr. Viren, to overload the class with homework at the worst possible time.
Her lip quivered at the thought.
“Aw, come on.” She brought her morose gaze to meet the bright-eyed cashier. He was cute, she supposed. “Our pizza’s not that bad, is it? Why the gloomy face?”
Rayla sighed, her expression evening out to a more neutral look, “Ah’m just bummed ‘cuz ah missed the promo deal.”
“Oh. The 66% thing? Yeah, that ended yesterday. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I’ll just have one and take the student discount.”
Callum turned around, surveying the immediate area, before answering, “Yeah, you could. Or, you could have three. On me.” He smiled.
Rayla blinked, staring at the cashier. “Wha-? Really?”
“Yeah, sure. My name’s Callum, by the way.” He gestured to his name tag. It did indeed read Callum, “You’re Rayla, right? I think we take Dr. Viren’s science class together.” His hands ran through the practiced motions of the sale as he spoke.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, ah think ah remember ya. Hey, are ya sure it’s okay ta give me a pizza fer free? Couldn’t ya get fired or sum’thin?”
“Psh, nah,” He replied, waving his hand, “They’ll just take it out of my paycheck.”
“You know, you really don’t have to-”
He interrupted her by leaning on the counter, “I mean, someone has to pay for it. Might as well be me.” Boldly, the boy took her hand, grasping it in his own. Rayla felt her face heat up and her breath quicken.
But, just as quickly as it had occurred, it had ended. Callum stood up again, and distantly Rayla felt paper in her hand – her receipt, she realized – but her gaze was still glued to Callum’s smiling face.
“Well, I have other customers, so,” The boy trailed off, vaguely gesturing behind her.
Right, “Right! Sorry. Um, thanks for the pizza!” She stepped to the side, letting the man behind her step up with his kids to order.
“No problem. I’ll see you in science!”
And then he winked at her.