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 One of my favorite secrets is an unspoken friendship I have with a woman who works at the corner store by my house. 

 

When I interact with women at work I feel comfortable enough to show kindness. Men? Mean mug. Mean mug alll the way, all day, every day. I can’t trust that even a polite head nod won’t be misconstrued and cost me something.

 

So the first time I bought a soda, I smiled at her. She smiled back and did her job. I thanked her. She said have a good day. I had a good day.

 

I made a pit stop of this store, often dropping in for a honey bun or a juice can when I make the trek to campus on foot. I think she likes seeing me come in. I’m young and respectful. 

 

It’s been a while since I’ve stopped in (saving money and what not) but tonight I guess I just really needed some sprite. It’s pitch black out and the “VAPE” sign is so bright I find myself genuinely squinting at it. Walking past a man playing digital slots, I get my shit. Theres two men outside yelling and enjoying their night. My face is nasty but truthfully my night’s been quite alright. Can’t let them know that, though.

 

I put my drink (and a Twinkie I definitely don’t need to be buying) on the counter, and there she is. We recognize each other and I instantly lose the tough guy act. I ask her how she’s been, and I know that I sound a little too genuine. She’s been good. She sets me up on the tap pay pin pad. I pay. And I leave.

 

I won’t ever ask her name, I think it’d ruin it, but I’m always glad to see her working. And I hope she doesn’t realize that I bought sprite to drink alone in my kitchen. Such is life.