(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/137/c/1/c110f6b0f9e32f1ccc5cf9f0038e1787.jpg)<br/><br/>Marissa Johnson adjusted the jukebox volume for what felt like the millionth time that shift. The girl she worked with, Julie, while smart, had the tendency to turn the volume up to a point that customers would begin to complain. It had been a long shift overall; dissatisfied customers, large groups, that kind of thing. But what could she do? A little over an hour and she would be able to go home. The best part? It was payday. Marissa had been saving up to go see her boyfriend a couple of towns over, and she was<em>so</em>close. She wondered what he was doing right now, and if he was thinking of her. She would know in a couple more weeks, wouldn't she?