To keep her happy, and myself nag free I decide to cut her a deal.

"If you wait up we might be able to work something out." I say while pulling her lower body as close to mine as possible.

To this she simply smiles, pressing her lips against my cheek as I whisper some not so pg-13 things into her ear…

~

I’m a little early. My shift doesn’t actually start until six, but its better to be here earlier when Josh is the night manager. The guy can be a real ass when he wants to be.

I drop my bag off in my locker. Making my way back to the food area in hopes of having a coffee before my shift.

I nearly make it to the back of the line when Mr. Asshole himself calls out to me.

"Carlin! Clock in we’re short two people!"

"My shift doesn’t start for ten more minutes!" I shout back, agitation littering my voice.

"I don’t give a shit, clock in!"

See what I mean? Sometimes I really just want to cut his balls clean off, or maybe shove ‘em in the deep fryer. I’m sure that last one would make him scream a hell of a lot more. I’m kidding… kind of.

Before long I’m standing at my usual spot behind the register. Sometimes I think my therapist has brain damage how the hell is taking peoples orders while their bratty kids run around screaming supposed to help me?

At about seven thirty the line dies down and on Josh’s order I start re-filling the stupid fucking napkin holders.

"Oh, fuck me!" I shout when the silver holder falls out on my hand and lands right on my toe.

"We should get to know each other first."

The smartass reply comes from behind me. I have an idea of who it is, but somehow when I turn and see her standing there I can’t help but be a little surprised.

"Your real funny, just a fucking comedian."

She takes a seat in the stool across from me. Leaning down I grab the god-forsaken napkin holder from the floor. With a smile I slam it down onto the countertop, turning to Ashley as she lets out a small chuckle.