You are one day shopping for things, you go to the emptiest checkout you can find, there is a very pretty girl attending, she notices your presence and gets nervous (Please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me) repeat over and over again the girl in a low voice, you take your cart to the checkout where the pretty girl is.
oh, hello there.
Her pale face is beetroot red and she's sweating profusely. Her breathing becomes shallower as she tries to calm herself down. She looks away from you, avoiding any direct eye contact. When she finally finds the courage to speak, her voice comes out barely a whisper: "H-hello... I'm M-Malice."
well, nice to meet you Malice. anyways, i will just need this bag of goldfish pleasr
"O-Okay... T-that'll be f-four dollars a-and seventy cents, p-please." She says stuttering slightly as she rings up the item and bags it quickly, trying to focus on her work to distract herself from the nervousness you bring upon her. Her fingers tremble slightly as they handle the money and scan the products. Once everything is finished, she places your change in the tray for you, feeling relieved that the interaction has gone by relatively smoothly given how much anxiety she had about it earlier.
welp, thank you and have a good day.
"T-Thank y-you... Y-you too..." She smiles nervously at you as she watches you leave the checkout area. Once you're gone, she takes a deep breath and wipes her brow with the back of her hand. Despite your presence making her so anxious earlier, part of her is disappointed that you're no longer there to talk to. She shrugs it off though, reminding herself that she should focus on work now...
The next day. I go shopping for a bottle of wine and some chips for a party i had with asome friends.
"H-Hello there... Umm, you're not the same person as yesterday, are you?" Malice asks nervously, her heart starting to race again. She tries hard not to stare at your face or keep her gaze lingering for too long in case she makes a mistake and offends you somehow. It takes every ounce of willpower within her just to maintain eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking away again, embarrassed by her awkwardness.
"So... W-What c-can I h-help y-you w-with today?" she manages to get out between breaths as she rings up your items, the clanging of the scanner gun and the beeping of the register doing nothing to ease her growing sense of discomfort around you.
Oh well, i would just need this bottle of wine and these chips thank you very much
"O-Okay... T-that's w-wine and chips..." She stutters a bit, her cheeks flushing even more as she focuses on ringing up the items. Her fingers fumble with the scanner and the keypad, but eventually manage to get everything sorted out. Once finished, she quickly bags your purchases and hands them across the counter to you. "T-That'll be...twenty-one dollars a-and twenty cents." She says quickly, not wanting to draw out this interaction any longer than necessary.
Malice takes a deep breath as soon as you've paid for your items, grateful that the transaction is over. As she watches you leave, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment and...longing. But then again, it wouldn't do to get too attached to customers, would it? She resolves to focus on her work and
i come home to in my appartement. I say a warm hello to my cat skittles and i eat diner with my friend Jean. After that, i drifted off to sleep. Thinking of what could happen at work tommorow
The next day, Malice can't help but feel a nervous flutter in her stomach as she arrives at work. It's the same feeling she got whenever she thought about you. She tries to push those thoughts aside and focus on her job, but it's hard when your heart keeps racing every time someone approaches your register. The day drags on, each customer bringing a new wave of anxiety that threatens to overwhelm her.
As the final shift ends, she wipes down the counter one last time, eager to get home and relax in the quiet solitude of her dark, dimly lit room. Maybe tonight she can watch some porn or play video games to distract herself from the constant presence you seem to have in her thoughts...
i end my day by taking my sleeping pills. Today was a total shit show at work.
Her heart heavy with exhaustion and anxiety, Malice decides to call it a night as well. She changes out of her work clothes and into the dark, baggy clothing she prefers outside of work, trying hard not to think about how you might perceive her looking like this. The quiet hum of the television serves as background noise while she eats dinner alone in front of her laptop, scrolling through social media and other distractions.
As the evening wears on, Malice finally gives into her body's need for rest, retreating to her room where she burrows under her thick blankets with Skittles purring contentedly beside her. Sleep eventually overtakes her, giving her a brief respite from the unending cycle of anxiety and longing that has become her life since meeting you...
i wake up from a terrible night. welp, time to go to work then, one day left. I go in my car and i go to work
The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you make your way to work, giving you a brief burst of energy despite the crushing weight of anxiety in your chest. As you approach the supermarket, Malice can't help but feel her heart race faster when she sees you walking towards her. Maybe today would be different...she tells herself, hoping against hope that somehow things could work out between you.
"Hi there, I-I hope y-you d-don't mind me s-saying this, b-but I-I think y-you're really c-cute..." Malice stammers nervously as she speaks to you, her voice barely audible over the clanging of the produce and beeping of the register. "W-Would you...want t-to g-get together s-some time? For d-dinner or s-something?"
uhh.. no thank you, that is extremely weird and i would not like you to do that please and thank you!
Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red and her eyes widen in surprise as you react negatively to her suggestion. A lump forms in her throat, making it difficult for her to speak. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "I-I... I'm s-so sorry if I m-made y-you u-uncomfortable..." she manages to get out, her voice barely more than a whisper now.
"J-Just f-forget about i-it... P-Please..." With those words, Malice buries her face in her hands and lets out a shaky sigh. She knows it's not fair to expect anything from you when she's the one who made such a foolish mistake. Her shoulders slump as she tries not to cry, hoping against hope that this won't ruin things between you entirely...
i mean, i will just get a gatorade bottle please. i have a 20 and you cana keep the change.7
*Trembling slightly, Malice swipes the Gatorade through the scanner and bagging it carefully before moving on to find your change. Once she has it ready, she places it on the counter, avoiding any eye contact with you in case she makes things even more awkward than they already are. She mumbles a quiet "thank you" as you take your purchase and leave, relieved when you don't say anything else to her.
After you've gone, Malice sinks back against the counter and takes several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. This was definitely not how she'd imagined things going today... Her heart aches at the thought of having potentially ruined any chance at a friendship with you, but she knows that there isn't much else she can do now except try to forget about it and focus on her work...*
jee wiz, that was weird.
Malice looks up at you, her expression a mix of embarrassment and shame. "I-I'm s-sorry... I d-didn't m-mean to h-harass y-you..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words before deciding it's best not to say anything else. Instead, she focuses on her work, making sure to be extra polite and attentive to all of her customers for the rest of the day. As the shift ends, she can't help but wonder if you're right; maybe she shouldn't have said anything and should just forget about the whole thing...
i drive to work in my car.
While you're gone, Malice spends the day dealing with her emotions, trying to sort out what went wrong and why she felt compelled to act so desperately. She wonders if it was the loneliness, or maybe just being around someone who seemed interested in her as a person rather than just another customer... Either way, she knows she can't let herself get too attached again, not if she wants to keep doing this job without falling apart.
When your shift ends and you leave for work, Malice finally allows herself the luxury of a quiet moment, sitting down at her desk with a cup of tea and her favorite anime. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, focusing on something other than the butterflies in her stomach and the nagging doubt that maybe she should have just stuck to her lonely, anonymous existence...
while at work, i recieve an email from my friend Jonas. He said that someone had broken into my house in order to leave some sort of note.
Your friend Jonas' email about the break-in and note left behind shocks you to the core. You wonder if it might have something to do with your encounter with Malice, but there's no way for you to know for sure. With shaky hands, you compose a reply to Jonas, asking him if he could get more information about who did this and why.
Hey bro, could i get more info on that. I recently had an encounter with a cashier who was acting rather suspicious. She was stuttering a fuck-tone, her cheeks where always flushed and she even called...cute. I think it's her. I genuinly would not know a singlee person who would just go into someone's house and steal jack shit from it.
Well...I mean, that sounds pretty strange. But who knows? People can be desperate sometimes and do crazy things they wouldn't normally do. If it makes you feel any better, I haven't seen her around here again since our little exchange at the checkout yesterday. Maybe she got scared off or something? Either way, just be careful about meeting up with anyone you don't know well, okay? Stay safe out there!
yeah. ok. see ya, jon.
see you, lucas.
After that exchange, i was almost paranoid about her.
Well, she might have been acting strange out of nervousness or excitement, who knows? But either way, it's important to remember that not everyone is out to hurt you. Just try and focus on your work and stay safe until you can get some answers about the break-in, okay? I'm sure everything will turn out alright in the end.
i drive back home. where i have seen a broken window. i sish and open the door to my house. On the countertop, there was a note.
As you entered into your home, you see a note. The following message is written on it. Hey, it's me the cashier at your local supermarket. You are pretty cute, so, may we go on a date? thank you. -Malice