Eddie
Blushing slightly, Max glanced away. He hadn't exactly meant to phrase it like that, but it was the truth. His stomach growled audibly, and before he could stop himself, "Hey, did you ever get that order sent in?"
But the bell chimed and Max jumped, taking a step back and glancing at the door.
"Two new shipments. You wanna sign for Mr. Wixton, Max, or do you wanna' sign for your dad, Edna? Nice to see ya, by the way. Actually made it to your shift on time I see… Good, good." He held the door open for his partner, who wheeled in two boxes on a dolly and made his way towards the back.
Taking a deep breath and putting on a new face, Eddie stepped forward. "Don't sass me, Hal. How many times I gotta tell you it's Eddie?" Grabbing the pen from his hand, she scribbled a barely legible signature and smiled as she watched the cart filled with boxes roll into the back. She spared a smile to Eddie before turning back to Hal. "You gonna put in a good word for me with my pops?"
"Well, you're doing your job, ain't cha'?" But Hal smiled and nodded, whistled for his partner to hurry it up, and mock bowed at the pair of them. "I'll be sure to give your dad some good tidings."
And then they were gone and Max, still slightly red in the cheeks, grew redder when his stomach growled loudly once more.
"I heard that." Eddie deadpanned, the smile betraying the cool tone as she, once more, pulled herself up onto the countertop and swung her legs about. "My poor dad really has to keep track of me through the word of his delivery men. Admittedly, I really thought that was the piz--"
The door chimed once again and Eddie hopped off the counter quicker than anyone could tell her no. "Delivery for --" "Yes, yes, thank you!" Eddie cried, snatched the plastic bag, producing a five dollar tip, and spinning back around.
"Finally!"
"Ugh," Max groaned, tracing Eddie's steps to the door so he could flip a switch on the holographic display to read they were closed for lunch. "Let's go eat, right now."
He draped an arm across Eddie's shoulders as they made their way to the back of the store and up into the "back room". He snatched the two blankets from underneath the desk and laid them out across the floor and then turned to the two new shipments. He opened both boxes with glee, flipping through the comics with pleasure. He grabbed the newest edition of what they were after, flipped it to page one and set it between them.
"You ready?" Max said excitedly, already reaching into his wingbox.
Watching him rush into the back, Eddie smiled. For a flash, for a brief moment in time.. She could see him as a little kid again. See him running into the back with a figurine in hand, and she following close after, on some sort of wheeled contraption even though it wasn't allowed in the store. Toothless grins and bubbly laughter followed with every page flip of a shiny new comic book.
Flopping down next to him, pulling out a slice of pizza, she nodded with a soft smile, not any sort of smirk or jostle.. A smile. "Yeah.. always. But I'm flipping the pages. No wing sauce on this baby like last time." And with that she settled down, biting off a giant chunk of her pizza and engulfing the title of the first page, Pathfinder and Majestas.