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“Uh, I’m done at one.”
He nods.
“When you clock out, come sit with me. I think we should talk.”
My brows come together at his words.
Is he hitting on me?
“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I have to pick up my daughter.”
His eyes spark, and he smiles at me. I don’t like that it’s his reaction to me, but I ignore it.
“What if I promise that what I have to say is going to be the most interesting thing I’m sure you’ve heard in a long time?”
I hum doubtfully in reply.
“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”
His smile widens, and it just ticks me off more.
“I do have a high opinion of myself, but that has nothing to do with what we need to talk about.”
I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes catch on my locket. He puts his things back down on the counter and leans closer to me. I don’t move and just narrow my eyes at him.
“Come on, just sit with me for a little bit. We don’t have to leave here.”
I study him, his eyes and smile are soft, like he’s trying to show me that he isn’t a threat to just talk to.
“I guess I can talk for a few minutes.”
His smile widens, and he straights again, picking up his things.
“Great! I look forward to it.”
He turns and walks back to his seat, and I feel Ms. Poppy nudge me.
“What a hottie.”
I roll my eyes and prepare myself for the teasing that I know is going to happen.
I’m distracted for the rest of my shift. I kept giving the wrong orders to the wrong customers, and by the fifth time it happens, Ms. Poppy puts me behind the counter to make the orders instead.
Why does he want to talk to me?
I keep an eye on him while I work. He stays at the same table, working away on his laptop. He makes a few phone calls, but I can’t hear what he says to know what he does for work. He’s caught me watching him a couple of times, and every time he does, he smiles and winks at me, causing me to jerk my head away and a blush to spread across my face.
The girls tease me every time I blush. They are excited at the thought of me meeting a guy. I try to downplay it and tell them it doesn’t mean anything, but I don’t think they take me seriously.
My shift ends, and Ms. Poppy gives me a look.
“What?”
She places her hands on her hips, a dish towel hanging from one.
“Don’t let your fear stop you from making a connection.”
Another thing about this small town is the gossip. There isn’t a thing that can get by the older ladies of this town, and Ms. Poppy is the leading gossip. If there is something to know, you can count on them to have the information, and they will insert themselves and give their opinions without question.
