The Attendant 1 (A Short Story)
Evelyn.
The first time I saw her, I had gone to get cereal and milk at the new mall not too far from my house. She was at the other counter, and we locked eyes. Her big beautiful brown eyes caught my attention, and I kept staring until I left the mall.
We didn’t speak, but I knew I would be back.
The second time I saw her, I made sure to stand at her counter. Despite the crowd, I waded through until I stood before her. As she was about to print my receipt, I picked up a pack of condoms from the counter and added it to my bag of provisions. She smiled shyly and looked away as she beeped it in and handed me my receipt.
“Thank you” was all I said, but I felt it and knew she did too.
The third time I saw her was the day I heard her voice. A colleague assisted her at the counter, and her face brightened when she saw me walk in.
“Good evening sir, did you enjoy our product the last time?” she said with a mischievous look.
“As a matter of fact, I did….” I said, laughing out loud, surprised at the subtle attack.
“Except that it always seemed to fracture in the midst of expansions,” I continued.
“Oh, we apologize for the inconvenience,” she said, red all over
“Not a bother, maybe next time you can give me better directions on how to use the product,” I stated, a sly smile dancing on my lips.
“Maybe I will.” She replied.
“Good.”
“Good.”
Her colleague just stood there, looking at us curiously. Wondering what the whole exchange was about. We had only met three times, and we had an inside joke. I asked her to help me with my bags to the car, and she obliged. Then I got her name that day — Evelyn, and her number — +234–0814...
The last time that I saw her was… well, now. Putting on her office uniform while I lay in bed, watching — smiling. The Weeknd's ‘Often’ playing silently on my speakers.
“Why are you forming shy for me after what we just did?” I said in low tones, trying to recover from the ecstasy.
“Leave me jo…”
She had just left my apartment 6 hours ago. You can imagine my surprise when I turned on the TV and saw her name and face pasted on the news with the headline:
MISSING PERSON: LAST SEEN AT THE MALL
wait, what?… How?
How do I confess to the police that she was with me a few hours ago?
That she took a break from work to extend her ‘services’ to my apartment?
I hope they never trace her to me…
Oh My God… My neighbors.
Did anyone see her come in?
Oh, Shit…
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