She smiles at me
in recognition when I see her. She knows my personal life, just by ringing up the things I pick up now and then. A name tag
is pinned on crookedly to her red uniform, reading the name "Tamiya".
"That'll be $19.77," she tells me, and I fumble for my wallet. She's watching me, always giving me a strange kind of look, like she's about to say something but it never reaches her lips
The first time I saw her, I was with my dad at Smart&Final
, and as she rang up our large amount of groceries she kept peering at me. I felt naked, like she could see through my fake smile
, and after glancing at each other awkwardly under our eyes we both began to laugh. Still now, I'm not sure why we did, but a tension filled the air I couldn't quite place, and she'd flash me a smile that looked somehow out of place
on her somber face.
The last time I saw her, I went alone, even though the Vons
is closer and would have been more convenient. She wasn't there at the cash register as usual, and I nearly left without getting the things I thought I came for. But as I strolled down the aisles there she was, high upon a ladder
stacking some boxes. A smile greeted me and all I could manage was a muffled hello before darting down the aisle.
When I got to the register she was there, and no unnecessary words
were exchanged. I finally got a hold of my wallet and handed her the money. Handing me back my change, her fingers
softly traced my hand from my palm to the tip of my middle finger. I only smiled and blushed and fumbled with my plastic bags before leaving.
Nice fucking softlinks. :P