Glizzy • Zion
"Zion!" My manager shouted in the break room.
"Yessss." I groaned.
"We got a customer up front that needs help." She tells me.
"I'm still on break." I remind her.
"Do you want it to be permanent?" She asked.
I roll my eyes and wrap my unfinished chipotle back up.
"That's what I thought." She said walking off.
I flicked her off behind her back and walked out onto the sales floor.
A lightskin boy was standing around looking lost until he spotted me and smiled.
I smiled back walking over to him.
"You need help?" I asked him.
"Can I get this in a 7 please...." He tilted his head to read my name tag. "Z-Zion?"
I nodded and took the shoe from him.
"I'll be right back." I told him.
He smiled and sat down.
I walked to the storage room looking for the shoe he wanted...no luck.
Damn he's going to be disappointed, there's no more 7s.
I walked back out and he smiled at me until he noticed I was empty handed.
"Don't tell me you didn't have it." He pouted.
"I'm sorry, we're all out of 7s." I tell him.
He looked heart broken.
"Hey, I can help you find something better." I said trying to lighten his mood.
"I really really wanted those." He whined.
I felt like I was talking to a 7 year old in a 17 year old body.
"Jordan's are played out anyway." I tell him.
"Vans are much better."
"V-vans?" He asked.
"You don't know about Vans?" I asked.
He bit his lip and shook his head.
"That is not acceptable, follow me." I tell him.
He looked up at me excitedly and got up.
I led him to the Vans section and his eyes lit up .
"Ooooh I want them!" He squealed.
"I want red, black, those checker ones, the blue ones and oh those too." He said pointing to a light pink pair.
"Size 7 right?" I asked.
