The Week After Our One-Night-Stand

Mark

evening, mah." Mark Daniels glanced at h

indshield. As if that would help her get a clearer picture of the cr

would call him disrespectful and they'd start quarreling. "Yes, because it

ermarket on this day and time of the week. But he hated driving in traffic or shopping in crowded places

ted. "We're already here. Also,

vehicles in front. Soon, they were within the premi

f these people are leavin

and they did not find

door to get out of the car without looking and accidentally hit a passerb

he recalled how quick she

my dear!"

eyes settled on a very ordinary-looking girl. She wore a

nd himself recalling the Sun's golden ball when i

out of the purse. The wind played with her yellow flay dress when she hunched. With one hand,

willed her.

for some reason, he wante

r head. But only for one second. Cars started to honk behind him,

had gotten distract

some of the things back in the sea

out of the premises. He soon found a spot near the reserved space. Straining his ne

there, eyes in the gate's dire

you c

***

gotten the incident and went to the sam

. The place was much less crowded, perhaps because of the

ere's a

man in the shop's uniform thrusting

getting a couple of

the staf

the other, using his jaw for support, he marched carefully to the nearest checkout counter

cart?" H

ove." Mark replied,

ter and was bringing out his wallet when he

gister to his own. For a moment, he considered taking his items there instead, but th

k up. To see him. It didn't work this time. Her e

ding him that he was in a hurry to go watch the game. He finished payi

tention did not waver fro

to himself, racing to where he park

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hs l

n't getting the job. The cosmetic company had also replied with a declined email, so she decided she was still pathetic and destitute. Tu

nd flopped onto the sofa bed while

kipped a beat at the sight of his name. She

, Mr.

getting off a

'm indoors." Her heart w

out of a dirty white c

getting back fr

elf-medic

Solana considered hanging up and turning off her phone.

d, "It's woman sickness, Mr. Gonz

el better."

allowed her head to drop on

ed in his kind eyes, he made up for it in his cold, one-liner, di

behind a shelf in the store. It had been with the pretty Fiona, one of the former cas

he most comfortable eavesdropping spot closest to Mr. Gonza’s desk. He hadn't aske

nvolved with a cashier, huh? He had to know someone was somewhere inside this store. Or didn't h

s face when he said this, causing the girl to blush with a shy smile. If Fiona had known wh

been replaced by an earnestness that wiped the smile o

out there willing to entertain your tardiness and lackadaisical attitude to work." His expression h

even patted her arm gentl

ry back to continue her counting and recording, but she was sure the ma

onths at the time. That was when she quickly learned that, even though this job was a low-pay temporary one, the manager did not tolerate any form o

me to work. She feared what he might do about it. Well, she would find out tomorrow, wouldn’t she? No matter

y about yesterday. What would Mr. Gonza say once she inevitably runs into him? Like cloc

alled out as he marched b