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The guy had these eyes that looked black, nothing but black. It was some sort of trick of the light though, he blinked one or two times and Alexis saw the deep brown that must have been there the whole time. He had a nose that came to this strange sort of point, and this snide little smile that did its best to put her off center, but she hung on.
"Hey Louis," she said, adjusting her smile to warmer and putting out her hand.
He didn't say anything. He looked at her hand for a few seconds before shaking it. He looked back at her face with that odd detachment.
"As Jeffrey said, my name's Sheryl. I guess I'll be training you." She could feel her posture aching with forced straightness.
"That's right," Jeff threw out with a mock booming voice. "You and Sheryl are going to get on great! And this is Robin, our whiz with non-fiction and true crime."
The two of them, Robin and Louis, gave a brief nod of affirmation at exactly the same time. Neither said a word.
"I'm going to continue to show our new guy around the store a little bit, the back room, what not. Why don't we start his register training in about twenty?"
Alexis smiled, but the mischievous eyes above that mouth were throwing bad ideas, violent ones. Jeff smiled back that big, empty salesman smile, but she noticed a flicker in those dead eyes she had missed before. He wasn't just oblivious, he was enjoying fucking with her. Alexis genuinely smiled with the realization.
"That will be fine Jeffrey."
"Good," he said. His voice came down a tad and his eyes rested on hers for a few moments longer than they normally would, as if he had found temporarily safe footing on a rough climb. "Well, let me go find Matthew and we'll be up front in 20.”
With his boom back in his voice, Jeff led Louis away. Alexis watched them go and blocked out Jeff's lecture regarding the special interest rack. She noticed Louis' head turn to the left, as if he were about to look over his shoulder and back at she and Robin. He stopped halfway, as if he knew that Alexis was still watching him, and surreptitiously scratched his chin on that shoulder.
"Yeah, short creepy looking guys," Robin muttered in a monotone. "That never gets old."
Alexis smiled, but it was empty. She suddenly felt something shifting within her, outside of her. She suddenly felt dwarfed and contained by the rows upon rows within the store. She felt a pressing desire to run to ground, to hide. She tried to tell herself that she was just jumpy because she hadn't heard from anyone yet, but her right pinky began to twitch, a sign that had always served her well before.
Could she just up and leave this place? Wouldn't that raise unnecessary concern if she were to just walk out of this place and never come back? Hell, people left their crappy jobs all the time. It wasn't like she was working some high powered corporation. It wasn't like she had a lot of people around her worrying, a lot of friends.
Still, the fewer questions always the better. If she were going to go, she should probably at least wait until after the store closed. She was still not completely sold on the paranoia she felt, but she could not mistake that feeling of something closing in on her. Yes, she could possibly leave tonight; slip out quietly with no harm done.