The woman bolted out, the double doors swinging as she left. Match turned to the bench, continuing her duties.
At day's end, Match took the items to the woman at counter, showing her the receipt.
"I'd rather take these when Mr. Fillmore is here, but I don't work tomorrow, and Kyle is coming over on Sunday. This is his stuff."
"Kyle, huh? He's a cute one."
"Knock it off. We're just friends."
"Is that what the kids call it nowadays?"
"Really, just friends."
"Ok, ok. See you Monday."
"See ya."
"Have fun with Kyle."
"We're just friends."
"It's your story."
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