Snippet #1917180

The first hour turned out to be really slow, but when noon hit, people of all ages started piling in. Only 30 minutes until my break. Erica kept telling herself. The room was boiling with only a single fan circling where Erica spent most of her time during her shift. When Julie came back, she finally dismissed Erica, allowing her a one hour break for being such a great help. Erica smiled then left the store into the beautiful cloudless day.

Grrrrowl. Erica’s stomach screamed up at her as she walked down to the beach where a busy concession stand was. She stood behind a young girl with a five dollar bill in hand, waiting as she ordered two bubblegum ice cream cones. The girl smiled at her before skipping off, allowing Erica to have her turn.

“I’ll have one hot dog and an orange juice, please.” She smiled at the boy taking the order. The boy winked as he handed over her food and one of their thin crappy napkins underneath. She walked over to a nearby bench and took a long sip of her orange juice and a few bites of her hotdog. As she lifted her napkin to wipe away any excess crumbs when she finished, she noticed a smudged phone number scribbled across it and a winky face drawn underneath. Erica rolled her eyes, though not at the number, but at her mother’s words circling through her mind. She stood up, scrunching the napkin into a small ball, and tossed it into the trash can as she headed back to finish her shift though she had a little over 20 minutes on her break.

"Shit, my phone." Erica turned around and started jogging back to the beach, thinking back to where she last put it down. She ran down the sandy pathway and towards the bench she was previously sitting at. "Thank goodness." She sighed in relief, placing the phone back into her pocket. Erica sat back down onto the bench to rest after her short little run, her shift didn't start for a little while anyways.