"The acne medication won't do you any good if you're not willing to use it." The pharmacist said to the same girl who he'd talked to a few weeks ago.
The girl shook her head as if to argue, but the words that actually came out of her were, "I know."
"Then why are you trying to return it?" The pharmacist asked.
"I'm not. There's a boy-" She began, but the pharmacist had interrupted her.
"I'm sorry. I'm not here to help with relationship issues."
"No. You don't understand." The girl tried again.
"Listen. Why don't you go home and keep using the cream. You're problem should clear right up." He said.
"No. That's not it. The medicine. The boy." She argued again this time pointing to the cream and then something behind him.
"I'm not going to refill it. Go home. Now." She knew the pharmacist was done listening to her, but she had to try one last time.
"You have to look." She said. She was not surprised at all when he closed the window and walked away. They never listened to her. She'd tried. She really did. But they just wouldn't listen and now the pharmacist was trapped in there with the boy.
The boy who came with the medicine she purchased here two weeks ago. The boy he could not see. But soon the pharmacist would see and he would know. They all found out eventually and when they did she made sure she was far, far away and never around.