Charlize hoisted the last box up into her arms. She had already taken several trips back and forth upstairs and down bringing the boxes into the bar, so she could set out the contents when she got all of them upstairs. [i] "Is that everything?" [/i] she cooed, looking at the man for a response. [i]" I think so-" he started, [i]" But, if you need anything, don't hesitate to come back and ask."[/i] She smiled, balancing the box on her hip bone. She gave a friendly wave, [i]"Alright! Take care, Thanks again."[/i] she commented returning back to the bar, plopping the last box on top of the five she had brought up. Letting out an exhale, she smelled something. Something delicious. Chips. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

Chips were a mental trigger as Charlize's once smiling face dropped into a small panic. 
Her vague memories literally flashed before her eyes, as the grey irises of her eyes became a flashing a blank white slate. 

There she was, sitting in the parking lot of a fast food place with her friends late at night. They had all just been out drinking at a night club, dancing and trying to hook up with some guys. Two of them had lucked out and decided to grab some food before heading home. [i]"You are going to get me in so much trouble! You know how my dad is!"[/i] Charlize groaned, as the smell of alcohol and deep fried food filled the car. [i]"Oh Charli, what is he going to do? Kill ya?!"[/i] the other girl commented. They burst out with a laugh, as they continued to eat. [i]"Naw, love- I'll bring you home here in a minute."[/i] the dialogue was so crisp as if it was happening again. The image was lost. Then reappeared in a blur. Suddenly she was home walking up the drive way of their small home. Fumbling with her keys she tried to open the door as quietly as possible. 

BANG

[i]" No. No. No."[/i] Charlize mumbled as she shook her head away from the images. Those weren't supposed to be in there. Those files were deleted so long ago, why were they here again? As her eyes returned to normal she tried to find the memories to delete them but they weren't in any of her ports. Running her hand over her head, she covered one of her eyes as her palm cradled her head. [i]"Maybe I overworked myself too fast."[/i] she thought, sitting at the bar stool that sat behind the bar. She took a box from the top of the pile and began to open it up and placing the items behind the bar where they belonged.