One Night Man I jumped up onto the checkout counter, in front of a lone worker reading a magazine. She looked up in a huff, didn't say anything, and continued reading her Cosmopolitan. It was 3 am and we three were the only ones who seemed to be awake at this ungodly hour. The rest of the world seemed dead outside our little bubble of stale smoke and the smell of old people. I turned back around with a triumphant smile on my face. The girl of my dreams weaved in and out of the isles, while I let my feet dangle. She picked up a few things every now and then; Cheerios, Chapstick, and a box of condoms. She looked me up at me knowingly when she grabbed the condoms. I laughed under my breath. This was the night I had been waiting for. I wasn't going to screw this up. She wandered the aisles a little longer. Occasionally mouthing along to a song that played on the whispery speaker. A smile would quirk the corners of her mouth up at a song she knew. She eventually made her way towards me, hands full of various items. She placed them on the counter next to me. The lady- I squinted at her name badge- Brenda, slid them across the scanner, the number on the screen easily moving up. "Oh and a pack of American Spirits." She said. I blinked. That was my favorite kind. "What type?" I raspy voice said from behind me, it must have been Brenda. She looked expectantly up at me. "Um, yellow?" I cleared my throat. I listened for the bing that showed that she scanned it. "Would that be all, Doll?" Brenda asked, her toned seemed pleased. Maybe to have a costumer there during the night shift. "A blue Misty, please." She replied, pulling a wad of money out of her back pocket. Brenda rambled off some number and she paid. Handing me two of the bags and slipping her free hand into mine, she pulled me off the counter and out the door into the cold night air. *Sorry if it gets confusing. I didn't want to give the main characters names.