You had just arrived at work the next day. The call with Mason and his 'bitchass friends.' Was the highlight of yesterday.
You stared down at your feet as you walked, dreading the long work day.
You sighed, the automatic door to the store opening in front of you.
You walked to your till and logged into the computer, turning on your light to signal you were open.
You spent the day scanning items for old ladies and making sure delinquents weren't stealing things, the same old same old.
a young man came up to your till, you didn't pay much attention to him and you began to scan his items.
"Your total is $10.56." You said to him.
"By debit." He responded.
You recognized that voice.
"Mason?" You asked.
He looked up from the debit machine. "That's me." He responded.
It must just be a coincidence his name is Mason. Right?
"Do I know you?" He asked.
"N-no. It was just my mistake." You stuttered.
"Alright. Thank you." He said, pulling his card out and flashing you a smile.
"Have a nice day!" You called.
That was weird, his name was Mason, he sounded just like Mason. But there was no way he was the Mason you knew. It was all just coincidence.
Your shift eventually ended. You turned off your light, logged out of your computer and you cashed out before you left.
You shook off the whole Mason thing as merely coincidence. There was no way it was him.
The crisp winter air hit you as you walked out of those automatic doors. You pulled your scarf up over your mouth and crossed your arms, hoping that maybe it would keep you a little warmer.
The snow crunch beneath your feet the whole way home, you were relieved as soon as you got home to finally be warm.
You hung up your winter clothes and took off your boots, immediately making a run for your computer.
You had a few discord messages from Mason.
Zuckles: oy cunt
Zuckles: not answering me huh?
Zuckles: owch
Shit, you had forgotten to tell him you had to work today.
(username): fuck sorry, I had to work today
Zuckles: FINALLY
You and Mason chatted back and forth for, pretty much the rest of the day.
You two called while you worked on a new drawing, art was your hobby and you tried to do it every time you weren't busy with work.
"I wish I could afford new art supplies, there markers are dying." You said.
"Poor bitch." Mason joked.
"Atleast I have a real job." You said.
"Owch, making fun of my profession? Atleast it's fun." He said back.
"Fight me bitch." You said laughing.
"Name a time and place, let's go cunt." He responded.
"Hey, at least I'll finally get to see your face, even if that means fighting you." You said.
"Oooh were you flirting with me." He joked. "You wanna see my pretty face that badly?"
Your face flushed red. "N-no! I wasn't flirting!"
Mason laughed. "I was just joking."
You two bantered back and forth for the rest of the evening.
"Mason it's late. I gotta sleep now." You said after some silence between you two.
"Alright then, I'll allow you to sleep. I guess." He sounded disappointed.
"You should sleep soon too, I don't want you staying up too late." You said sincerely.
"Fine, just for you." He responded. "Goodnight (y/n)."
"Goodnight Mason."
