I tried to talk to her, and even though at times we would speak in Spanish, it was still difficult to pinpoint her.
There was something about her that caught my attention, though, and perhaps it was because at times, she would put up a wall and not talk much about her personal life, perhaps she did not want to.
But then at times she would get sassy and she would get incredibly filthy with her jokes. It made it fun to be around her at work, and on days she wasn't there, it was boring.
So I asked her to go for some ice cream with me sometime, that it would be a good time, and that we would just talk. The days passed and we ended up going for ice cream; unbeknownst to me, she had her son with her, which I didn't mind, and so we got ice cream and ended up having a heart-to-heart conversation about each other's life problems. It was short but sweet.
Just sitting in her car watching her son play with his toys, and both of us just thinking out loud about why life is hard sometimes.
I always valued her friendship, but change always seems to intervene.
Then the shifts at work shifted with seniority and I became a cashier and then it seemed like I never really saw her anymore, but that was because of the shifts I ended up with, and how opposite they were to hers.
I started to miss her comical little figure running around the store, cracking jokes, making fun of the bosses, and acting all sassy with everyone.
But she was a good person; eventually her life took a wild turn and she ended up having to disappear from the radar, she quit work and moved on with her life.
Where did she go? Would I see her again?
No one knew, or wanted to say, and I never really saw her again.