He’s done his job. Given her the food, though he can’t seem to shut off the annoying little calculator in his brain that’s calculated the total to be $13.50, the stuff that he works his hands off for
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lice. Slap. Dollop.
Shove the other half of the burger bun on top. Yossi notices.
“Hey kid.” The hand that brushes his shoulder is warm and greasy. Avrumi flinches. “No need to get too violent with the meat.”
He flushes feeling the heat rising in his face. He half turns itching to fling back a sharp retort but Yossi has melted back through the STAFF ONLY metal doors. A customer leans on the glass between them examines his phone.
“Uh — mister… your burger.”
He steps back a minute surveying the crowd. It’s busy but not terrible. The eight-thirty rush will start soon though. He flexes his fingers. It’s been a long day.
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