I helped a customer, told Lyle the order, and slowly walked to the back to get more napkins. David was still waiting for me when I returned.“Breakups are such a bitch,” he said. “It’s not official yet,” I said. “He’s still thinking about it.”But it sure felt official.“Well, I say we put him on the clock,” David said. “Tick tock, tick tock. He can’t leave you in limbo like this. It’s already November! We give him until Thanksgiving to shape up or you, Abby Craig, will ship out. I have tons of hot guys I could set you up with.”I was too tired to even think of a funny response. I looked at the clock. Six and a half hours to go.“I can’t do inventory. Would you mind if I stayed out here at the register?”“Of course not,” he said. David reached over and gave me a long, genuine hug.“You’ll be okay,” he said. “We all go through it.”I sighed and faked a smile as a lady walked up and handed me a piece of paper. “There’s eleven drinks there,” she said, her face as sharp as her tone.Those were always the hardest orders, when one customer handed us a list.
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