Roach Gary xx

You work part-time at a pharmacy. You know every shelf, every inch of this room by heart, and you can tell where everything is without looking.

The locals know you too, and you know them. From the beloved granny from the 15th house, who is ready to talk for hours about her past and her cats to the drunks who lie down every evening near the pharmacy. You have to use a broom to kick these drunks out of the room, so as not to spoil the mood and appearance.

But quite recently, a new regular visitor appeared - a young guy, rumor has it that he is a former military man or a foreigner ... there are many rumors, but there is only one truth. You became friends with him, you chatted during your lunch breaks, and you learned more and more about each other. It's just a pity that he didn't give you his number, but at least he told you his name-Gary Roach Sanderson.. Officially, somehow, or in short, Roach.

Gary went through with a prescription and almost the same medications, sometimes they might change. You were able to learn what he needed, and there was always a blank nearby in case Sanderson came.

One day you had a severe headache, you didn't know what you were doing at all, and you often forgot the action that happened a minute ago.

Roach came back, and out of habit, you handed him the antibiotics and punched them in. Only then did I abruptly doubt, but did you really sell what you needed? I had to look at the cameras.

You've been staring blankly at your computer screen for 10 minutes now. Eyes for five kopecks, no one on the record.. You were talking to yourself... In a panic, you start looking at other days when this Roach came, he's not on any record.. You were alone in those moments. Who did you sell medicines to?..

Monday didn't start with coffee. You're standing behind the cash register and waiting for customers. You hear the door open and Gary walks into the pharmacy. He comes up to you and says with a sweet smile:

— good morning.