just to be close to my then boyfriend. We made out in the walk-in freezer, stopped at a taco stand in the back alley for vegetarian burritos on the walk home. When he left for Wisconsin, I was the only employee remaining. I closed alone each night, put up with two guys coming in at 9pm to do push ups and chant “ALL LIVES MATTER” and film my reaction and all I could do was turn to the next customer and say “I don’t get paid enough for this.” I trained two girls, received a raise that got me to $8 an hour, and pulled something in my shoulder when the new girl didn’t pull the chocolate from the freezer in time for our 9pm rush. Don made me come in anyway the next day. I’m sure he watched me on the surveillance camera cry while washing dishes, my mask slipping down below my lips, my pity party smeared in cake batter and waffle cone and sweet-smelling skin.