UGG brings in over fifty pounds of paper from the back stock room. No one knows he almost killed himself the night before. Would anyone have noticed if he did? He watches the blonde girl, whom goes by the name of Mary Elisabeth. He would just call her Elisabeth if he had the chance to choose.

She works the counter, he does mostly grunt work. Stocking, truck, etc. He figures she’s about six years younger, she’s really eight. UGG is glad he didn’t kill himself last night. He would be content to never advance his relationship with Elisabeth and grow old watching her smile at the customers. Deep down he would love to just talk to her.

Would he ever make a move? Probably not…