The night before the photo shoot at the studio, I worked late. Florina and I had been on the afternoon shift and the lines had been long. The customers had varied between friendly and “get a security guard to escort them out the door.” Maybe it was the warm weather or something in their sippy cups, but it had taken all the patience I could muster not to snap at these people.
It was after ten before Florina and I called it a night. She invited me to a party later that evening, but I was too tired to do anything but crash in my own bed. I kissed her cheek before she left and focused on getting my stuff out of the locker.
I thought I heard something fall in the hallway, but I didn’t worry about it, since there were a few of us left in the store. I grabbed my bag and left the room, waving go
