Chapter 26 Light & Dark
Quinn's POV
Grayson really tested my patience. It's because of him that I can't sleep.
Because while he's sleeping, he moves his legs and arms as he pleases.
If I knew that he had that habit while sleeping, I wouldn't have allowed him to sleepover, really.
His hands moved over my body and my head many times. Likewise, his long legs were placed on top of my legs so that I couldn't move at all.
Imagine his big, muscular body falling on my tiny body.
Yes, I had trouble breathing, I lost my space because the bed was dominated by him, and I also couldn't close my eyes because he kept moving every minute.
I really wonder what exactly happened in his dream. Maybe he was dreaming about fighting with other players or maybe he was dreaming about playing hockey.
I had no idea, but it's definitely because he’s staying here that I have panda eyes now!
Meanwhile, earlier when he woke up in the morning, he yawned and stretched his arms and legs contentedly.
I suspect he did it on purpose. I suspect it's payback because he said I was delirious in my sleep. Maybe he was annoyed and maybe this was his form of revenge, by not letting me sleep when I desperately needed to after being fucked up by him at the game site and in the car.
I also gave him a warning not to sleepover again. Don’t know if he listened or not. But, the next time he comes here, I'll make a thousand excuses. Period.
"Hi, welcome to our store!" I said reflexively as I heard the bell on the door ring. I was doing my part-time job in the morning, anyway. So you can imagine how sleepy I was.
I couldn't help but yawn. Maybe if no customers had come in earlier, I might have fallen asleep while arranging the milk in the freezer.
I faintly heard a noise from the fruit section. Soon there was the sound of something falling.
I turned around and found green grapes rolling on the floor.
I hurried over to see what was going on. And also talking rather loudly on my way.
"Sir, you can call me if you need help-"
I stopped abruptly when I saw that the perpetrator of the riot was Owen. He was crouched down, his hands holding a basket, and he was smiling showing his teeth.
"Why are you here?" I asked without a preamble.
Owen grimaced and picked up the grapes. "Sorry. I accidentally dropped it. I'll pay for everything."
"Of course because it's your fault not mine."
I sighed. Even though I was annoyed, I still helped him pick up the grapes. Because after all, I was responsible for this store during the hours I worked.
I didn't want to get fired for letting the place get messy.
"I didn't know you worked here because you weren't at the cashier. But after hearing your voice greeting me when I came in and when you yelled earlier, I immediately realized that it was you, Quinn."
"You haven't answered my question, Owen. Do you have any more clients who happen to be around?"
"No, no. I'm always passing this way. But I usually have breakfast so I don't stop by. But I didn't have breakfast this morning, so I decided to buy something. Too bad I accidentally nudged the fruits you had arranged."
Alright this time I'll try to believe him. I don't have the energy to argue too. I'm saving my energy for another work later.
All the fruits that had fallen too were finally put into the basket. And I brought the container for me to scan.
"Wait! I want to buy this too." Owen put down two fruit sandwiches and two coffees.
"That's 76 dollars."
Owen finished his payment.
I thought he would leave after this, but instead he gave me one sandwich and coffee each.
"This is for breakfast. Think of it as my apology for causing a riot at your workplace."
I didn't refuse this time because I also happened not to have breakfast. "Thank you."
"But don't forbid me from coming here again."
I stopped chewing. "So you bribed me?"
"I'm just kidding Quinn."
"Okay. Then why are you still here?"
"You're going to eat while standing up? Let's sit down for a while, there are no customers and the store is quiet."
I glanced at the CCTV. "You didn't see that thing?"
Owen grabbed my hand and led me to the row of benches where customers used to eat.
I sighed. Never mind, it's already too late. So I'd better finish this sandwich and get back to work.
"By the way, how's Dylan?"
"He's fine," I answered quickly.
"Still at the same hospital? I'd like to stop by there sometime. I promised to buy him a video game and I haven't fulfilled it until now."
Ah, that promise from a year ago. He did see Dylan before we broke up. And I had a hard time answering Dylan's questions about Owen because of that promise.
"No need to buy him that video game. He probably forgot about it." I finally finished my sandwich. Now it was time to work again.
"What if he still remembers? I just don't want to disappoint him, Quinn. It could be that what I promised him is the reason he’s survived until now. Because there's something he’s wanting, something he’s hoping for. We all never know."
I sniffled. Whatever the topic about Dylan, nothing failed to touch me.
I'm the weakest when someone brings up Dylan. He's my biggest weakness.
"I asked for your permission to see him again. If he gets mad at me, I won't see him again. But if not, I want to be friends with him again."
I squeezed the plastic sandwich in my hand.
Owen and Dylan were quite close. Whenever Owen came to see Dylan, he would ask him to play something. So it's no wonder that Dylan was actually looking forward to Owen's presence even though we had broken up.
"I have your permission, Quinn?"
"Yes. But on the condition, you don't tell him anything you know right now about me and Grayson."
Because I didn't want Dylan to think about how his sister was trying to survive out there. I don't want him to know I have a secret relationship with Grayson.