I make my way to the shop with one of my melting sunset shirts on, hoping that if I wear it, I'll feel like I still belong there, that I never left and that everything is the same. It's only been a few days since I quit, I doubt Sally has replaced me. I think seeing a different girl behind the counter, seeing her look at Brandon with her chin in her hand might break me. I'm sure any girl would love to work with him, and the thought of it makes my heart race, bringing me to mindlessly contemplate if Brandon would then fall in love with the new...