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She took her hair out of its clip and shook it. She turned her head upside down and brushed it out. When she flung her head back upright and her hair settled down her back just above her hips. She quickly ran her brush through the length of it. The overhead lights reflected in her honey blonde hair. She applied a clear lip gloss and then looked herself over. She belatedly remembered to take off her big apron. She had on a simple long sleeved, knitted, blue top on underneath it with a pair of black jeans with a little bit of bling on the pockets. She grabbed her heavy, shin length coat and laid it over her arm. She pulled her scarf around her neck and she was set!
She walked out from the back and David jumped to his feet, his eyes had widened and a pleased grin spread across his face. His appreciation for the girl shone in his eyes.
“Wow, Whitley! You look…amazing!” He help out his hand. “Let me help you with your coat.” She shyly smiled and handed it to him. When he had eased the coat over her shoulders, she thanked him.
When she flipped her hair out of her coat and then turned back around. He was staring at her.
“I’m sorry! I can’t stop looking at you!” He shook his head and offered his arm. “Wow!” he whispered again.
They left the store by way of the front door, and Whitley relocked the door. They turned and headed towards the corner so they could head to the next street.
A light snow had fallen earlier that afternoon, and there was a chill in the air. They walked in complete silence past several darkened shops before David finally spoke.
“I am glad you agreed to be with me tonight.” He walked with his hands in the pockets of his expensive coat. “So, tell me about yourself? How long have you lived here? How did you wind up working at Patty’s Pastries?”
“I have been living on my own, in New York, for seven years.” David stopped walking.
“You have been on your own for seven years? Were you a run-away?” He was serious and the concern in his face showed. Whitley looked shocked.
“No! How old do you think I am?” She laughed drily. “I know people don’t ever think I am as old as I really am, but I’ve never had anyone think I could be a runaway! That’s a first!”
“Sorry about that, but you can’t be more than twenty-three or twenty-four.” Whitley giggled.
“Why, thank you, sir. I am twenty-seven!” She bowed and turned to start walking.
“Well, how old do you think I am?” He stretched his neck out and turned his face left then right. Whitley laid her finger on her chin as if thinking.
“You are at least twenty-eight, No! I say twenty-nine.” David’s face went back to normal. He walked in silence for a moment.
“Well? Am I right?” she asked.
He frowned and glanced at her. “Yes. Right on the nose.” She clapped and laughed.
“Well, you look very handsome and appear to be in good shape for such an old man.” She giggled at the surprised look on his face.
“I see I am in the presence of a comedian.” He laughed at her.
Their walk was filled with them joking and asking questions. He asked about her family and she asked about his. She was sad to hear he was an only child. She couldn’t imagine a life without her four other siblings.
They talked about the colleges they had attended and about their favorite authors. They found out they like to read the same books, watch the same movies and eat the same things. Both of their favorite holidays were Christmas and Fourth of July.
They finally reached Zach’s Bistro. It was a popular place, so they got in the long line to wait for a table. The line was full of rowdy people and after Whitley had gotten jostled for the fourth time, David wrapped his arms
She took her hair out of its clip and shook it. She turned her head upside down and brushed it out. When she flung her head back upright and her hair settled down her back just above her hips. She quickly ran her brush through the length of it. The overhead lights reflected in her honey blonde hair. She applied a clear lip gloss and then looked herself over. She belatedly remembered to take off her big apron. She had on a simple long sleeved, knitted, blue top on underneath it with a pair of black jeans with a little bit of bling on the pockets. She grabbed her heavy, shin length coat and laid it over her arm. She pulled her scarf around her neck and she was set!
She walked out from the back and David jumped to his feet, his eyes had widened and a pleased grin spread across his face. His appreciation for the girl shone in his eyes.
“Wow, Whitley! You look…amazing!” He help out his hand. “Let me help you with your coat.” She shyly smiled and handed it to him. When he had eased the coat over her shoulders, she thanked him.
When she flipped her hair out of her coat and then turned back around. He was staring at her.
“I’m sorry! I can’t stop looking at you!” He shook his head and offered his arm. “Wow!” he whispered again.
They left the store by way of the front door, and Whitley relocked the door. They turned and headed towards the corner so they could head to the next street.
A light snow had fallen earlier that afternoon, and there was a chill in the air. They walked in complete silence past several darkened shops before David finally spoke.
“I am glad you agreed to be with me tonight.” He walked with his hands in the pockets of his expensive coat. “So, tell me about yourself? How long have you lived here? How did you wind up working at Patty’s Pastries?”
“I have been living on my own, in New York, for seven years.” David stopped walking.
“You have been on your own for seven years? Were you a run-away?” He was serious and the concern in his face showed. Whitley looked shocked.
“No! How old do you think I am?” She laughed drily. “I know people don’t ever think I am as old as I really am, but I’ve never had anyone think I could be a runaway! That’s a first!”
“Sorry about that, but you can’t be more than twenty-three or twenty-four.” Whitley giggled.
“Why, thank you, sir. I am twenty-seven!” She bowed and turned to start walking.
“Well, how old do you think I am?” He stretched his neck out and turned his face left then right. Whitley laid her finger on her chin as if thinking.
“You are at least twenty-eight, No! I say twenty-nine.” David’s face went back to normal. He walked in silence for a moment.
“Well? Am I right?” she asked.
He frowned and glanced at her. “Yes. Right on the nose.” She clapped and laughed.
“Well, you look very handsome and appear to be in good shape for such an old man.” She giggled at the surprised look on his face.
“I see I am in the presence of a comedian.” He laughed at her.
Their walk was filled with them joking and asking questions. He asked about her family and she asked about his. She was sad to hear he was an only child. She couldn’t imagine a life without her four other siblings.
They talked about the colleges they had attended and about their favorite authors. They found out they like to read the same books, watch the same movies and eat the same things. Both of their favorite holidays were Christmas and Fourth of July.
They finally reached Zach’s Bistro. It was a popular place, so they got in the long line to wait for a table. The line was full of rowdy people and after Whitley had gotten jostled for the fourth time, David wrapped his arms
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