“This is a high-end grocery market and we all take pride in that fact. We can’t have someone with… with metal in her face as the literal face of this store, it would give off the wrong impression.”
Oh, I get it. It’s got nothing to do with me and everything to do with the fact that they’re just assholes. “Well thank you very much, you’ve done me a favor. I wouldn’t want to work with stuck up bitches with nothing else to do with their lives other than judge people on their appearance anyway.”
I turn around and flip them off over my shoulder. It feels good for a second, but it doesn’t ease the blow any less.
And I don’t get my creamer.
I struggle to unwrap myself out of the blanket fort I made myself last night as my phone blares out from my nightstand. “Alright, alright!” I unhook my leg from the sheet it’s caught in and make a grab for it, putting it to my ear. “Hello?”
It keeps ringing out and that’s when I realize it’s my alarm. Ergh, morning. I’m not a morning person. I turn off my alarm and flop back down onto my bed.
Too early. Need coffee.
I stretch out my whole body and yawn as I peel myself out of bed. It’s barely eight, that’s a lie in to most people but I just love my sleep so damn much, all I want is to crawl back into its welcoming warmth. I rub my eyes, heading for the kitchen.
Sam is already up, as usual, and hands me a cup of happiness without saying a word. She knows the score by now, I don’t wake up until I’ve had my morning coffee and shower. I drink it up in silence and hold it out to her to refill with a grunt, she shakes her head with a laugh but fills it anyway, knowing I don’t mean anything by it. I take a few more sips, feeling myself come alive with each swallow, and after it’s all gone, I put my cup in the sink and head for the bathroom.
“What’s on the books today?” I ask, towel drying my hair as I walk out the bathroom after my shower.
She slides the appointment book toward her and starts running her finger down today’s page, which reminds me that we really need to stop putting off getting a computer system.
She huffs. “What isn’t on today? It’s gonna be a long one.”
I smile, long means busy; busy means less talking.
She’s right, it’s a really busy day and I have to take on some of her clients much to their dismay, as one turned up late making everyone’s appointment run into one another’s. Each one is silent during their appointment but I prefer it that way, it gives me time to think about what I’m going to say to Lewis later on. I don’t know why I care what he thinks, but I do.
I finish my last client and huff out a breath, wafting a magazine over my face. It’s hot as hell in here. “We really need to get this air con fixed, it’s so hot in here I’m about to melt into a puddle.”
She scrunches up her nose. “No one can get to us until next week.”
Damn. I guess these shitty little fans will have to do for now. I start helping Sam sweep up.
“What do you want to do tonight?” She asks, humming along to a song on the radio.
I shrug. “Well you know I’m going to set things straight with Lewis after we’ve finished cleaning, then we can do whatever you want when I get back.”
“Why are you hell bent on going over there?” She asks, stopping sweeping.
“Because… I’m sick of people judging me and last night, I proved everyone right. I need to apologize for being an insensitive bitch.”
She snorts but it turns into a full blown laugh, her head thrown back. She’s stunning anyway, but when she laughs it opens up her whole face. I smile and tell her, “You should laugh more often.”
“Yeah, I should,” she answers, looking at the floor. Changing the subject, she carries on, “Why don’t you head off then? I can do this.”
“Are you sure?” She nods in answer. “Thanks, Sam, I need to get out of this hot box.”
I tell her I’ll be back soon and head out the door.
Stopping across the street from Lewis’s garage, I puff out my chest. No point in dragging this out any longer.
Walking through the side door I nearly knock right into the guy that Lewis was sitting with last night.
“Oh, hey, Keeley,” Lewis says, sounding bored with an unreadable look on his face
The guy from last night nods a hello at me and turns back to Lewis. “I’m not quite sure yet but thanks for the beer Lew. I’ll see you around.”
I watch as he walks out the same door I’ve just come through until Lewis clears his throat and I turn to face him. Better get this over and done with. “Erm, can we talk?”
“Sure, can we do this in my office?” He asks, walking away from me, not waiting for an answer.
I hesitate for a second then follow after him as he walks through a row of cars. I stop at the sight of a beautiful bike. “I didn’t know you fixed Harley’s.”
He faces me, smiling a little. “I didn’t know you were into bikes.”
I tense up a little, calm down Kee he doesn’t know anything. “Sure, I’ve always loved them. Do you mind?”
I point at the Harley and he shrugs his shoulders, which I assumes means he doesn’t.