A Forbidden Dance Ch.2

Azra's POV

"Keep your hopes up high and your head down low!" blared from the speakers at my place of employment, our local mall's Hot Topic.

"Hey, go restock some of those shirts in the front." My manager said, no, demanded. He's nice to the costumers –mainly the female ones– but when it comes to his employees, it's like he is on is man-period.  

I go into the back of the store to get a random box of t-shirts. I hope it's the right one I need because I have no desire to come back. It's almost the end of my shift and I just want to go home, ya know?

I get back to the front of the store. I set the box and myself on the floor. I open the box and start my task at hand. I remove t-shirts, and replace shirts on the selves. It's a grueling task but oh well, I need money if I ever want to leave. That's not the only reason I got this job. It's also for the music, one of my favorite past times.

I must have gotten lost in the music again because next thing I know a shirt is hitting me in the face.

"Oh, hey Kris." I said looking up to the light blonde, grey eyed boy standing above me.

"Finally! She pays attention to me." He laughs, I just roll my eyes. "What? I can't come into this fine establishment, to say hello to a beautiful girl like you?"  I just laugh at him trying to be all serious.

"Why of course you can do that. Now help me up." He extends his hand; I take it and get up off the dirty floor. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." I grab the now empty box and bring it to the back once again but this time to be recycled.

"So when do you get off work again?" Kris asks as soon as I get to the cash register to check out some other customers. I check the time on the very tiny clock that the register has, and groan at the time I found out it was.

"In about an hour." I reply. "Have a great day." I said the customers that were just leaving.

"Oh, never mind then." Kris said with a sad look.

"What? What is it?" I ask, being a bit puzzled.

"Well I sort of wanted to know if you wanted to hang out," he said scratching the back of his neck," but I have to meet up with Zero in about a half hour. So just forget it." And with that he just leaves.

I just stand there, a bit confused. He never wanted to hang out with me after work, or school for that matter, before.  Goodness I hope this hour goes by fast, I really want to go home…