half-sheet,” she said pulling out a piece of paper from a side drawer. “It’s everything I need to look you up in our system and find ways to get you attending classes, whether that’s with tuition, books, food, or shelter. I can find it. Are you willing to do that?”
I hesitantly looked at the sheet of paper, twirling it in a circle on her desk when Callum slid his pen over to me. I looked up at him and his encouraging eyes plead with mine. I simply nodded and took the pen.
Chapter Four Dream On
Callum
Harper and I left my appointment with Sylvia with yet another set for the both of us the day after the concert.
“First things first,” I said to a stunning Harper. Her eyes were bright with hope and shone with speckled bits of glittery gold.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“We figure out how we’re going to survive the night.”
“Tell me what to do, Callum. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“Hush, Harper. Now, listen.” I looked around for the time. The clock on the building’s face read eleven thirty in the morning. “Crap, it’s too late to get work at the docks.” An idea crept in and I snapped my fingers. “Okay, I got it. I know a guy in the Village who owns a restaurant. He lets me bus tables for cash under the table but you have to get there early. Up for hauling butt for a few blocks?”
“Anything,” she said, stopping my heart. A fighter.
I smiled at her and grabbed her hand. We started weaving our way through people on their way to lunch. I can only hope that we’ll make my guy’s place before it’s too late and he turned us away.
Martin’s cool. His place always has people lined up around the door for lunch rushes and he can never seem to keep his bussers. I’m banking on the fact that he’ll be just as desperate for help as we’re in a desperate way for cash.
By the time we reach his restaurant, people are already lined up, a good sign. Harper makes her way to the front door but I stop her short.
“ No, through the back,” I whispered in her ear.
We rounded the exterior of the building and entered through the back. Martin’s Italian and loud and amazing.
“Martin,” I said, interrupting his yelling at a few cowering cooks.
He turns toward me, surprised. “Callum,” he said. Only, it sounds like Cowlum. “Where have you been, my boy? I’ve been in need of help for weeks!”
“I’m sorry, Martin. I’ve been barely staying afloat recently. I haven’t been on this side of town.”
“Hmm,” he said, eyeing me carefully. “Is okay! You are here now!” He started to walk away but he stops, noticing Harper standing next to me and obviously taken with her.
“Martin, this is Harper. Harper, Martin,” I said, introducing them to one another.
He offered his hand and Harper took it. Martin kissed the back of her hand, making me roll my eyes. “A pleasure,” he said.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Harper said, charming him down to his leather clad feet.
He could only stare at her. She’s a natural magnet.
“Uh,” I interrupted, “Harper and I are looking to see if you’re looking for any help.”
“Of course! Always!” He said, breaking his stare from Harper.
“Martin, what are you talking about? You’ve turned me down several times for getting here too late.”
“But you’ve never brought me such a charming creature before.”
Harper winked at me but I can only sarcastically roll my eyes while Martin starts to walk off.
“Okay, we’ll need to get you an apron,” I said to Harper but Martin stops short.
“Uh no, Harper can host this afternoon. You can bus tables.”
Too tired to argue with him, I nodded in agreement.
“Introduce her to the other girls up front then come back and Rodrigo will give you your apron.”
“ Okay,” I said and began to lead Harper
I hesitantly looked at the sheet of paper, twirling it in a circle on her desk when Callum slid his pen over to me. I looked up at him and his encouraging eyes plead with mine. I simply nodded and took the pen.
Chapter Four Dream On
Callum
Harper and I left my appointment with Sylvia with yet another set for the both of us the day after the concert.
“First things first,” I said to a stunning Harper. Her eyes were bright with hope and shone with speckled bits of glittery gold.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“We figure out how we’re going to survive the night.”
“Tell me what to do, Callum. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“Hush, Harper. Now, listen.” I looked around for the time. The clock on the building’s face read eleven thirty in the morning. “Crap, it’s too late to get work at the docks.” An idea crept in and I snapped my fingers. “Okay, I got it. I know a guy in the Village who owns a restaurant. He lets me bus tables for cash under the table but you have to get there early. Up for hauling butt for a few blocks?”
“Anything,” she said, stopping my heart. A fighter.
I smiled at her and grabbed her hand. We started weaving our way through people on their way to lunch. I can only hope that we’ll make my guy’s place before it’s too late and he turned us away.
Martin’s cool. His place always has people lined up around the door for lunch rushes and he can never seem to keep his bussers. I’m banking on the fact that he’ll be just as desperate for help as we’re in a desperate way for cash.
By the time we reach his restaurant, people are already lined up, a good sign. Harper makes her way to the front door but I stop her short.
“ No, through the back,” I whispered in her ear.
We rounded the exterior of the building and entered through the back. Martin’s Italian and loud and amazing.
“Martin,” I said, interrupting his yelling at a few cowering cooks.
He turns toward me, surprised. “Callum,” he said. Only, it sounds like Cowlum. “Where have you been, my boy? I’ve been in need of help for weeks!”
“I’m sorry, Martin. I’ve been barely staying afloat recently. I haven’t been on this side of town.”
“Hmm,” he said, eyeing me carefully. “Is okay! You are here now!” He started to walk away but he stops, noticing Harper standing next to me and obviously taken with her.
“Martin, this is Harper. Harper, Martin,” I said, introducing them to one another.
He offered his hand and Harper took it. Martin kissed the back of her hand, making me roll my eyes. “A pleasure,” he said.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Harper said, charming him down to his leather clad feet.
He could only stare at her. She’s a natural magnet.
“Uh,” I interrupted, “Harper and I are looking to see if you’re looking for any help.”
“Of course! Always!” He said, breaking his stare from Harper.
“Martin, what are you talking about? You’ve turned me down several times for getting here too late.”
“But you’ve never brought me such a charming creature before.”
Harper winked at me but I can only sarcastically roll my eyes while Martin starts to walk off.
“Okay, we’ll need to get you an apron,” I said to Harper but Martin stops short.
“Uh no, Harper can host this afternoon. You can bus tables.”
Too tired to argue with him, I nodded in agreement.
“Introduce her to the other girls up front then come back and Rodrigo will give you your apron.”
“ Okay,” I said and began to lead Harper
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