Written in 30 minutes.
Writing Prompt #1,118
Your parents own a small convenience store in the heart of the city in which you live and have always pressured you to carry on the family business. You don't mind picking up a shift or two every so often, but it is not something you want to do for the rest of your life. After a failed semester at your first year of college, you come back to work for your family while you figure things out. Your father tasks you with overseeing the nighttime deliveries. You agree, thinking nothing of it and assuming it's like any other delivery the store gets. He gives you the key to the back room—one you've never been in before—and leaves you to it. But when a tall, winged creature wearing a baseball cap climbs out of the delivery truck to get you to sign for the shipment, you realize your parents have been hiding something from you. You help unload your first shipment of magical potions, shelving them in the massive back room among the others, and realize this secret has been going on longer than you thought.
‟Wow, your new here.” The gargoyle looking creature says as he pull a clip board from within the delivery truck.
‟Goliath!” A male voice hisses from within the back of the delivery truck.
‟What? Just tellin it like I’m seeing it.” Goliath says back to the voice.
‟I don’t care, that’s not a nice thing to say.” The voice says again.
‟Then what should I say?” Goliath says and his head moving side to side as he talks.
‟UGH!” The voice says as I hear boxes being moved. ‟Give me a moment and I’ll talk to the person.” I hear more movement then I see a gray wing poke out from behind the truck.
‟I don’t know what you want from me, Cavier.” Goliath says as the other male comes closer. He hasn’t looked at me yet but for some odd reason I can’t take my eyes off of him.
‟I want you to be nice!” Cavier says snatching the clip board away from Goliath. I feel as if I am intruding on this. ‟Hello, Ma’am” He trails off the moment he looks up from the clip board.
‟Hello, Cavier?” I say more like a question than a statement.
‟Now, who’s being rude?” Goliath says snapping Cavier out of some trance and he elbows Goliath.
‟We have the deliveries, you ask for.” Cavier says looking anywhere but at me. I narrow my eyes at Cavier.
‟I take it you, know where it goes.” I say straightening my spine. Cavier eyes go straight to my boobs which became more noticeable when I stood straighter.
‟Yes, Ma’am.” Goliath says as he is watching Cavier and chuckles. I force my body to turn around but I still feel Cavier’s gaze on me.
‟Fuck.” I barely hear Cavier says behind me. ‟I mate her.” He whispers out and Goliath laughs.
‟Ya’ think?” He says. ‟Come on, let’s get this over with. I want to be back on the road in ten minutes.”
‟Why are you rush?” Cavier asks.
‟Because all she is going to bring you is trouble. I can feel it.” Goliath growls. What the fuck? Is this guy bipolar? One moment he is laughing then he is growling. I hear a grunt but I walk to the room I’m now realizing that I’ve never been into. I slowly unlock it and I’m greeted by darkness. I fumble around to find the light switch and once I find it, I’m blinded for a second. When I’m able to see again I see a ton of magical potions on shelves. I just stand there staring at all of them. ‟Move.” He growls, making me jump and quickly move out of the way. The two men bring in a total of 8 boxes. Cavier stops in front of me with the clip board in hand.
‟I need you to sign the form.” He says offering me the clip board. As I take it my hand brushes against his hand and with the brief contact his turns the color of pale skin. He steps back away from me. ‟Please sign the form.” He says not looking at me. Goliath come back in.
‟What’s the hold-‟ He stops as his eyes land on Cavier’s hand. He seems to regain his bearings. ‟Cavier get out to the truck. I’ll take it from here.” Cavier rushes past me. Goliath takes the clip board from me and looks it over. ‟Sign it.” He growls. And I do just that. ‟Goodnight.” He says walking out of the storage room.
