"Samantha"

"Wow, thank goodness it's Sunday and the mall closes early," Manu said when we met at the door of the store where I worked.

"Don't even mention it, Manu, my feet are killing me!" I replied, looking pained.

"And we don't have a ride today; Pablo's off," Manu warned me.

"Good for him. He's been really nice to us."

"Really. He's super nice. Would you like to share a taxi? I'm too tired to take the bus," Manu suggested, and I thanked God.

"I'll pay for the taxi, Manuzinha. I'm dead too."