If it's this hard to find him, that tells me he's not getting many hours. Or he's working overnight stocking shelves or some other horribly boring job like that.
How long till I find him? How long till I ask someone? How long till he loses this job and goes to another job? I'd have to ask a coworker instead of Carrie for now. Maybe if I haven't found him by next Monday I'll start asking a coworker. But they all will recognize me lurking around by then and it will be like "oh it's that dreadlocks lady who's been here every couple days this week." I'll be a regular customer by then. The thousand hostile faces turned against me like inception dreams.
Tonight I was thinking of being on a mission. The voice said, this is real. I was surprised. It's real? This is real? It's really a mission of great importance. Not pretend. I had been feeling like the mission was only pretend, not real. But it actually matters. How strange. My mission is a real mission. I am looking for him.
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