Job

"Would you like a receipt?" asked Travis. The customer didn't want a receipt, and she left with her iced latte right as the sun was setting outside of the shop window. It was nine o'clock, midsummer. Travis got ready to end his day.

Shirly helped him wash the dishes, and she said, "Long shift today, huh?" Travis breathed, "Yeah. You too?" Shirly nodded, and rested her hands on the sink, and rested her head on her hands. 

"Got pans?" asked Shirley. Travis shook his head, and they walked away so that the crew could take down the set.

They changed out of their costumes in their respective dressing rooms and washed the stage makeup off their faces. On their way out the door, they made sure to say goodbye to the rest of the cast and exited into the stars, where they would wait, running their lines for the next workday.

wph

VT

16 years old

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