hellzabeth

So I was at work today, doin' my usual thing, when these two little girls come in. They had to be about 8-9 and they were soaking wet from the rain despite having their brollies. They spent about 10 minutes wandering around the shop, until I went up and asked what they were looking for. They asked where the cake and baking stuff was, so I took them there. A lot of it is on the top shelf, so I helped them get the brownie mixture down, and let them off the 10p short they were for it.

"Wow, it makes 16 brownies!" said one of the girls. "We'll never eat all that!"

"I'll take one off your hands for you." I laughed. I make this kind of joke all the time with customers who say they're buying too much.

The girls suddenly grin at me. "Okay! We'll bring you one!"

"Hey hey, I was joking, you don't have to do that." I said back, feeling a bit silly now. They were only little kids, I felt bad asking for one of their brownies. "I'm only here til 6 anyway, I'll probably be home when you're done."

"I'll bring you one anyway!" the girl insisted. "Bye!"

So I went back to work and forgot about it, assuming I'd never see hide nor hair of them again.

5:30pm, and the door opened. It was one of the girls, holding a little white bag. "I brought you one! It's nice and fresh."

I could have cried, it was so nice of her. After all the moody looks, the rude customers, the thieving teenagers, this one little girl made me feel appreciated and happy to work where I do. It's possibly the sweetest thing I've ever had a stranger do for me. ;u; I grinned like an idiot for the rest of the shift. And even though the edges were a little burned, it was the best brownie I've ever eaten.

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