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13- Boyfriend Medicine
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Tuesday again, date night! And his grocery shift was finally over! Rayan stored his apron and retrieved his things from his locker. All there was left to do was to catch a quick nap, then it would be time to hang out with Scott again. As difficult as this new addition to his schedule was, Rayan getting used to it. It was tough, but he certainly didn't run out of energy as fast anymore.
He checked the time on his phone. The "new text" icon flashed at the top of the screen. Who could have possibly texted him? Mick was bound to be passed out by now, having worked the same overnight shift he did, and Scott wasn't the kind to send stuff out of the blue on a workday. He tapped the notification.
SCOTT - [I have to cancel our date. I got strep throat.]
Rayan's spirit took a nosedive. Scott’s sick? What was strep throat anyway? He did a quick search on his phone. Every hit indicated it was "painful" and "highly contagious."
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Rayan took another swig of the lukewarm coffee he'd stashed in the kitchen. You could hear the rain coming down over the sound of the sound of the music leaking in from the dining room. It was peak dinner rush, and he was up to his elbows in dishes. The can of food trash nearby competed with the smell of the bleach water in the sink. The dishwashing station was tucked into an out of the way section of the busy kitchen, its own odd sort of haven in the hive of activity. There was no time to rest, however. Two waitresses called for tables to be cleared, and the line cooks were calling for clean pans.After scrubbing the requested cookware, Rayan hoisted his empty black basin and snaked his way through the kitchen. The ambiance in the dining room was completely different. Therewere soft wood tones everywhere, and the booths and chairs were lushly padded, encouraging patrons to sit and enjoy, and maybe order more food while they were at it. Oh, how he'd love t
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