Elliot - work at a pizza place

(this is a story and not ßnythign else and it's 12 at night so don't mind my bad spelling but enjoy ^_^) 

Elliot sits at a register, doing nothing but serving the same person he was working with, not think about much of anything really. He has an iPod and headphones for when he gets awake enough to do something else rather than stand at the register, the person next to him standing on it like it's the floor. 

Elliot services the last person in his shirt line and goes though the flipping door, it almost smacking him in the nose as he walks through it. Elliot goes through a second door and then down a hallway, sitting on a chair doing the same process for half an hour, grab a pizza box, put in the pizza, slice it, put it on the belt. The same thing every time.

Elliot does that for a while before it turned dark, he decided to go home, the place is unpaying and boring anyway, he drives him in his red car, seeing a truck run into a couple nail boxes on the way back, he goes to his house, B1, then as soon as he steps out of his car a person walking by takes it, like normal he just walks into his house.

Elliot lays down on his couch, falling asleep just to do the same thing the next day

(IM SORRY IF ITS SHORT IM USED TO WRITING DIFFERENTLY, IM A 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 OKK??)