He walked in like he owned the place.
Black shades on with a leather jacket clinging to his body and swagger with every step he took. He was definitely an asshole.
Especially in the eyes of the young girl behind the counter. Her hair was dyed bright purple while she wore a ti-dye shirt with the mandatory 7/11 vest.
She adored the colours of the rainbow while his heart was just set on shades of black, grey and white. Polar opposites they were indeed.
He poured himself a drink, grabbing two straws and the exact amount of cash needed. He put the change on the counter and turned away leaving.
"Fucking asshole" she muttered as quietly as possible.
The young man heard and turned with smug look, slyly winking at her before finally leaving.
She just shook her head and put the money in the till, hoping he won't be back.
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Slurpie • Sam Bettley
قصص الهواةHe came in every day for the flavoured ice he would drink. And she was there everyday to serve him. ~book 1~
