"Is it true what he said? Is he seeing Abby?" Miguel asked, after tossing several of the ruined boxes."Yeah, it"s true alright," Stephen replied. "I saw them together earlier."
Miguel stopped. "Saw them together? Doing what? Where?"
Stephen pointed to the stock room. "They were in the back. I heard them when I was coming back from my break. She was... blowing him in the back corner."
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"No s.h.i.+t! Are you serious?"
Stephen nodded.
"Man, that really sucks. I"m sorry, bro," replied Miguel, putting a rea.s.suring pat on Stephen"s back.
"I gotta be honest, that one really stung," Stephen admitted, looking at the floor.
"Yeah, I bet!"
"I don"t know what she could see in him though. Honestly, I can"t figure it out. She"s always been so sweet and so nice, so how could she go for a douchebag like Ram Doyle?"
"Dude, don"t overthink this one. She choose d.i.c.khead Ram Doyle over a good guy like yourself. Her judgment skills are clearly lacking," replied Miguel.
"Yeah, but I"m nothing special," replied Stephen, with a bit too much honesty.
"No, that"s bulls.h.i.+t. You"re a good guy who would have treated her well. If she can"t see that, then f.u.c.k her, too. Those two deserve each other," replied Miguel, distastefully.
Stephen couldn"t hold back a small smile, "Well, thanks for that, man. I appreciate the words."
"I got your back," grinned Miguel.
Miguel"s words made Stephen feel a little better about the whole situation. While the sting of rejection, and the salt in the wound of seeing her with someone else, still caused pain for him, Stephen was already starting to feel better about it after a few hours. It helped that he had Miguel to laugh about it with and discuss afterward. h.e.l.l, even for a moment, it was like he had Danny again back, reminding him of how they used to joke around together.
The rest of their s.h.i.+ft pa.s.sed by rather uneventfully. Stephen closed up the store at 10 pm and headed home, finding a plate of leftovers ready for him in the microwave as soon as he walked into the kitchen. The house was quiet this night, and he could tell by the closed door that his mother was already asleep.