I searched around in my pocket to find the key. After a solid 30 seconds of annoyance, I finally fished the key out of my pocket. I put it into the keyhole and unlocked the door. I silently entered the pizzeria, closing the door behind me.
"Glenn?" I called out and listened for an answer. None. I huffed. He's late, again.
I switched the lights on and walked to the counter, jumping over it. I made my way to the front door, I unlocked it. I turned on the rest of the lights, and the little TV that would play music in the small shop. I walked back to the storage room to turn the lights on there, too. The little bell on the door rang, which meant someone came in.
"Glenn?" I asked, peeking my head out to look.
"Hey." He answered, with a dumb smile on his lips. I smiled back.
"You're late, again." I said, with slight annoyance. He scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
"It's okay, I won't tell." I winked and walked to the kitchen.
"Will you turn on the sign?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure." He answered, and did as I asked him to.
I put on my apron. The bell on the door rang twice, shortly after each other. I walked to the counter with a smile. A man and a woman stood next to each other. I watched them while they were deciding what to purchase.
"Could we have a pepperoni pizza?" The woman asked.
"Anything else?"
"Ah, two iced teas."
I wrote it on a little note.
"Your order will be right up." I said and smiled.
"Thank you." The man nodded.
I walked to the kitchen, where Glenn stood. I put the note next to the stove and started to make the pizza.
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I put the pizza in a box and the drinks on a tray, I carried them to the couter and put them down. The man went to get his food. I walked back to the kitchen, where Glenn was standing and waiting for his delivery. I put a cold Coca Cola and a box of pizza in a bag, Glenn picked it up and left.
I sighed at the fact that I was alone in the store, except the two customers. The door bell rang again and I repeated what I did.
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The bell rang again. Glenn ran to me, looking freaked out.
"Jesus dude, you look like you've seen a ghost." I joked.
"(Y/N)!"
"Th-there were fucking dead people there!" He yelled. I motioned for him to be quiet.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my brows furrowed.
"Dead people, I saw it through the window on their door." He whisper-yelled.
"Glenn! Just fucking call the police." I squeezed my nose bridge. He took his phone out of his pocket dialing 9-1-1.
"Hello?" Glenn said with an uneasy voice, clearly nervous.
"Yeah, hello. There's been a murder."
I leaned on the doorway, watching him nervously change facial expressions. His eyes suddenly wided a bit.
"What do you mean you don't have time?!"
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idk i might actually write a 'lil on this ;)