Delia
"That'll be 50 dollars please." I checked my watch again for the hundredth time, worried that Eva would get home before I had the time to get home and set up for her birthday.
The woman slid her card across to me, and I swiped it, handing it back to her after.
She packed up everything she'd bought in a plastic bag, and I waved her good bye with a small smile.
I removed the silly yellow apron they made us wear at the counters and hung it behind me on the small protruding nail specifically meant for it.
I walked out from behind the counter just as the girl who had the night shift pushed through the glass doors of the grocery store.
"Hi, Sheila."
The girl looked to be at least twenty, like me. Only difference was she had a family that loved her, and was only working part tim
