The new dark wash boot cut in a size thirty-six thirty-two. They’re on the top shelf. Please and thank you?” I ask in my sweetest voice while batting my eyelashes in mock flirting. “Sure thing, be right back.” Trevor smiles before disappearing through the opening to the back room of the store. “Sorry about that. It will be just a moment. We really need to get a step stool back there,” I address the customer waiting at the cash-wrap desk. The first year of college, I focused solely on school and my grades. It was the summer before my sophomore school year, and I was taking summer courses so I stayed on campus. I took a part-time job at a trendy men’s clothing store for spending cash. I moved into an apartment-dorm two weeks ago, but I still go home almost every weekend. I hate that Mom is all alone in the house now, so that’s my way to keep an eye on her. A few hours later, I’m just finishing refolding the stacks when Trevor walks out of the back from doing the closing paperwork.
