Stephen looked down to where Miguel was pointing. s.h.i.+t, he thought, when he caught sight of a laughing Ram Doyle.

"Just what I need tonight," he muttered under his breath.

"Maybe he'll leave us alone tonight," said Miguel, looking just as fearful as Stephen felt. He never really escaped Ram's bullying as well.

"I can't deal with that a.s.shole tonight. I'm going on my break. I'll see you in half an hour," said Stephen, crus.h.i.+ng his last box and heading back to the

stockroom.

On his way there, he grabbed a cheap lunchable, a protein bar, and a sports drink, and made his way to the break room. Their break room was part.i.tioned off into two parts: one for the non-smokers, and one part for the smokers. You could easily tell the difference between the two sections by the color of the walls. The non-smoking section was a plain white color. Whereas the smoking section was stained yellow.

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Sitting down, Stephen ate his small dinner alone, while watching some clips from ESPN on the television. Mostly, he sat and thought. In his mind, he played and then replayed over the earlier scene with Abby.

I just don't get it, he thought to himself. I thought she liked me. He thought about all the times when they would sit and talk to one another, sometimes in this very break room. He even thought about how she would light up when she saw him, which he had mistaken as feelings that didn't exist. While he was still proud of himself for finding the courage to ask her out, he just wished for a different ending.

Perhaps it just wasn't meant to be. He liked to think that he would be a good catch for any girl, but perhaps most of that was just wishful thinking. After all, he wasn't a jock, he wasn't loud and obnoxious, or popular. Guys with traits like those always seemed to have no problem getting girls. Instead, he was quiet, and humble, and intelligent. So why did he have such a hard time getting a girl to be interested in him?

Sitting there alone with his thoughts wasn't make him feel any better, so Stephen ate the last of his lunchable, and after throwing everything out, walked out the door to enter the back stockroom. As he was walking back to the other end of the store, the sound of voices caught him off guard.