The Local Cashier
She threw her head back and groaned. "This is so boring! Why is homework even a thing in college?" Her blue eyes were clouded and distracted as she gazed at the ceiling.
"Because you have to do it, Tiffany. I finished mine a few days ago."
"You bribed the teacher! Stella, you did no work!" Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. She got a nasty look from Stella.
"Bribing is work. It takes charm and effort," her friend said simply.
"No. It takes 100 bucks and a yacht ride. You, in particular, don't have charm. Or the patience you need for real effort." Tiffany shut her computer and leaned back in her chair. She clasped her hands together and put them on the back of her head.
"Fine, you win. But don't get too comfortable, we're going to the movie theatre, remember? That new movie is coming out. It took work to get two seats exactly in the centre of the whole room!" Stella flicked a pencil at Tiffany's head. "Unless you're too chicken to watch the whole movie of 'The Bloodbath'? I hope not.