He's not gay.
720 Words
11:59 pm Thu. Oct 20, 2016
I only got less than 2 minutes to time in before I'll mark late. I hurriedly put my bag in my locker and found my time card. The store opened and it's packed with people who're going to shop and the employees who are going in. By the time I made it, I was a min. late. Damn it! That's 25 cents deduction from my salary already!
"Good morning Sean, running late aren't we?"
"You came late too. I'm earlier than you, about a minute or two."
As expected Mark just threw out a smirk and proceeded to prepare his things before the work starts.
We both get our markers, pen and scotch tape in our box hidden at the back of the shelves where the Soaps are being displayed. This is our station. We are in charge of the aisle where the bath soap, toners, shampoos, toothpaste, face powder, cologne and other derma stuff are located.
I immediately pull up the. Box of shampoo that is in sachet and repack them into 6 pics and 3.
Our display is still full. I just want to make sure that we have stocks for refill later especially during pick hours. There will be no time to repack these things. We have to consider the space.
"Yah, I know this aisle really suits us."
Mark started while checking the display of toners and face power some of it needs to be refilled too.
"Why?"
"Well, we have whitening soap here, and we both have fair skin. We are good looking too. Suits the facial products that we have.We are our products live model. Especially you. People always mistook you as a foreigner."
"I don't see the relevance of it."
He's at it again. we always have this kind of conversation every morning.
"Aow. You still don't realize how lucky this section is to have us both managing this area?"
"I do. And don't forget to note that I need an extra box of this shampoo and that conditioner. and …"
I check for the other display.
"Has the delivery for this brand of toothpastes arrived already? this thing won't last till later afternoon. I hate seeing vacant slots on our shelves."
"Gees. take it easy will you. The delivery will be on Monday next week. I'm afraid you have to make adjustments on displays if you don't want to see vacant slots."
"Sean, Mark! you're working your ass off already?"
"Oh, Hi Krisan. why are you here?"
"Well, I'm just checking out on you both. I'm such a sweet friend, am I not?"
"You have something to tell or you have something to ask? W/c is it?" I cut it short.
People here don't just leave their station just to check on their workmates. It's either they need something or they just want to "talk" about what's new in other people's lives. And my friends are no exception.
"Oh, yeah. guys have you seen the newly hired? I've heard they will be assigned to the school supplies section and the other one is in the home décor."
Krisan says with enthusiasm.
"OMG!"
It's Mark and he almost broke my ears
"So, are they boy or girl.?"
"A boy and a girl!"
"Is she Pudaka?"
"I don't know if I haven't seen her yet. But the boy, Edward says it's Pudaku!" Krisan says while giggling.
"Oh my! I need to see him! where is he?" Mark says matching Krisan giggle.
"Maybe he's on the 2nd floor already! wanna check him out?"
Mark immediately held Krisan's hand and pulled her to follow him.
"Where the heck do you think you're going? "
"Just stay there Sean and guard our beloved station. We're just going to check on something. We'll be back."
He says giggling like a school girl who's going to meet his crush.
He proceed going to the 2nd floor while swaying his but left to right like he's a female model in a catwalk. Smiling ear to ear as he hold Krisan's hand to follow him.
Others may see it in a different way seeing him act like this.
But no.
I know by the way he smile and hold Krisan's hand. The way he look at her.
'Mark is not GAY.'
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