Seven Years Ago
Sara Winters
It was near closing time before the door opened once again. I sighed and tired to smile, my jaws and cheeks sore from the long day. I have never seen him before and I pride myself on knowing every single person that came to this bank. They didn't name me employee of the month for nothing.
"Hi," I smiled once he approached the desk. His handsome face did not look up; instead it was focused on the phone in front of him. I rolled my eyes as I thought great! He was one of those people. The ones too busy to acknowledge your existence.
I punched my computer back to life by entering my number code.
"I need this deposited," He placed a pile of cheques on the table with the account information. I could tell this was about to take awhile. It wasn't like I had a lot
