It was Sunday around noon, and the bookstore had just opened up to try to catch the after church crowd. There were bagels and a fresh pot of coffee near the door and the aroma filled the store. Carolina, the storeâs only cashier, did not like coffee and never drank it but it always smelled good when she worked Sundays and this time she had taken a cup before starting her shift. She watched it as it sat on the counter next to her register. She had filled to the brim with cream and sugar, but it was still too hot to drink so she stirred it idly and waited for the first customers to arrive.
She punched some numbers into the register and the noise it made hurt her head. She had woken up only 1 hour before, and had gone to bed just two hours before that, and she could still feel the affects of the alcohol. Closing her eyes, she remembered the coffee, but she lifted it to her lips too fast and burned her tongue by mistake. Biting her lip in frustration, she put it back on the counter, then picked it up again and began to blow on it for a few seconds. She was about to take another sip when someone opened the door.
It was a boy about her age and a girl who was slightly older, but who stood much shorter than the boy. They were laughing when they entered and were walking very close to each other, and Carolina watched as they walked past the coffee and towards the pile of cheap books near the register. Neither of them acknowledged her until the girl said something.
âWhere are the travel books?â the boy asked Carolina, and she told him, forcing a polite smile.
They were loud through the store but they were far away and Carolina could still hear the soft music coming from the speakers. It was classic jazz, the kind she enjoyed much more than the modern âsmoothâ jazz, and when she closed her eyes and held her coffee she was almost able to enjoy herself. She pretended she was at an art museum, or at a play, or at a huge orchestra hall. She sipped her coffee and imagined being in an art class in France, and then she frowned. She knew she would be entering college soon and she told herself she was being dramatic and it was just because she was bored, but sometimes she could not help worrying that something would happen and she would not be able to start school in the fall as she had planned. She felt guilty about last night and for drinking so much and wondered what her parents would have thought if they knew. She imagined them kicking her out of her house and sending her to live on the streets, and was wondering if any of her friends would take her in, when she heard the girl say something quick and loud from what she judged to be the back of the store.
âCome onâ she heard the boy say in response. He had raised his voice as though he was upset and for a moment Carolina wondered if she did not recognize him from somewhere. âIâm sorryâ he added, almost desperately. Carolina could hear him agreeing several times but did not hear the girl again.
A few minutes later they approached, each with a similar book in hand. The girl was talking softly and quickly and neither of them recognized Carolina when she asked if they had found everything okay. The boy seemed worried, and as the girl continued to speak Carolina tried to understand but realized she was speaking another language. Carolina scanned the items and read the total. The boy looked down to take his wallet out of his pocket, but when he opened it he did not find any cash. The girl seemed to notice this and paused for a moment to smile, then began to talk to him faster and more loudly. She kept her head level as she spoke, looking at his chest rather than looking up into his eyes. He did not look at her either, but only kept his eyes on his wallet. Carolina watched him bite his lip as he pulled out a credit card and handed it to her, watching her closely as he held it. Carolina took it and frowned silently when it was declined. The girl paused for several seconds, then seemed to ask questions which the boy did not answer. Carolina tried the card two more times, and it was declined each time. The boy seemed scared as the girlâs voice got louder.
âThank you,â said Carolina suddenly, smiling as she handed him the card back. For a brief moment, all three of them paused as she handed him the bag. Carolina and the boy looked at each other for several seconds. âYou donât need to signâ she said, looking at his eyes.
The boy seemed as though he was going to say something, but the girl took him by the hand and he followed behind her towards the door. The security alarm went off as they left and they did not notice. The noise of it made Carolinaâs head hurt, and she took another sip of coffee.
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