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Authors: Gillian Jones
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turning to thank Sal for our drinks.
“Okay, what sort of game? Because I’ll have you know, games are kinda my thing,” I shrugged, “like I’m pretty good at all games, so just promise if we play, you can’t get upset and cry like a baby ’kay?” I taunted, while he just looked at me like I’d lost my damned mind.
“Whatever, baby. I’m like the King of Games. All games, and I always win.” He eyed me and I felt a blush creep into my cheeks.
Jesus, I bet you are .
“The object of this game is to see how many songs with a type of booze in them we can find. Each song earns a point. We’ll call it ‘Jukeboozebox-songbeats-while-we-eats’,” he said with a laugh and I swear I snorted and my Coke sprayed out my nose a little.
“That is awesome. Game on.” I wiped my mouth, and caught him watching my every move, his eyes lingering on my mouth. I held his gaze as he did mine.
“So now that we’ve got a few songs to get through, answer my question.” he said, shaking us both from our mini-trance.
I tossed the napkins down beside my plate. “Right, sorry, yes. I guess you could say that I’m local. Well, I am now. I have no plans to leave anytime soon, that’s for sure. I love it here. Okay, so I’ve lived here for about four-and-a-half years. I moved in with my Grams when I was almost nineteen and I’m almost twenty-three now, but my Grams has lived in St. Catharines for as long as I can remember, and I’ve been visiting her since I was a little kid, so I think I qualify as local.”
“I’d say yes, you definitely could call yourself a local. That was actually a part of the reason why your resume appealed to me. I saw that you had what we consider a local address, not typical student housing, but I have to admit Braun, I was totally shocked when you were not a dude.”
I laughed at that comment and told him just how often it happens. We ate and it was totally relaxed as we continued to look for songs and got to know each other.
I thought: I just might have a little crush on my boss.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he queried around a bite of burger.
I know I blushed at the seriousness of his tone as he asked me, but rather than respond right away, my mind wandered to Shawn, and what the right response should be. “No, no boyfriend.” I felt my mood plummet. I didn’t want to feel like this with Levi. “No, with school and now work, I just never seem to have the time, you know?” I hoped my long pause didn’t make him suspicious. I’m not ready to share Emmerson with him just yet, if ever.
“How about you? Any lucky lady in your life?”
Please say no, please.
“Of course I do, Braun, look at all this.” He moved his hand from the top of his head to below the table. I nodded my head to show I’d heard him and tried to hide the disappointment creeping onto my face by hiding behind a bite of my huge burger.
“Yeah, you’ve already met her too, she’s a real fucking beauty.” With that statement, my stomach had dropped to my feet and I have to admit that I was kind of taken aback. Not only that he had a girlfriend, after what Sal said, but that I’d met her. Maybe it was one of the girls I’d only met in passing, but I hadn’t met too many girls yet. I was so confused.
All of a sudden the air seemed to change between us and I felt uncomfortable as he watched me. I wondered if he saw my disappointment.
“The pub, Scrappy. That’s my girl. Always has been.” He’d burst out laughing. “I had you, eh? No, no girlfriend. I prefer an easy arrangement and hope to find the right girl to make me change my mind someday, but for right now, I’m kind of all about my girl over there,” he said and pointed across the street.
Then we’d both sat back to enjoy getting to know each other. You know, if it had’ve been a date, I would have considered it the best first date I had ever had. Thinking about Levi like this—and how comfortable and easy it was—causes a terrible
“Okay, what sort of game? Because I’ll have you know, games are kinda my thing,” I shrugged, “like I’m pretty good at all games, so just promise if we play, you can’t get upset and cry like a baby ’kay?” I taunted, while he just looked at me like I’d lost my damned mind.
“Whatever, baby. I’m like the King of Games. All games, and I always win.” He eyed me and I felt a blush creep into my cheeks.
Jesus, I bet you are .
“The object of this game is to see how many songs with a type of booze in them we can find. Each song earns a point. We’ll call it ‘Jukeboozebox-songbeats-while-we-eats’,” he said with a laugh and I swear I snorted and my Coke sprayed out my nose a little.
“That is awesome. Game on.” I wiped my mouth, and caught him watching my every move, his eyes lingering on my mouth. I held his gaze as he did mine.
“So now that we’ve got a few songs to get through, answer my question.” he said, shaking us both from our mini-trance.
I tossed the napkins down beside my plate. “Right, sorry, yes. I guess you could say that I’m local. Well, I am now. I have no plans to leave anytime soon, that’s for sure. I love it here. Okay, so I’ve lived here for about four-and-a-half years. I moved in with my Grams when I was almost nineteen and I’m almost twenty-three now, but my Grams has lived in St. Catharines for as long as I can remember, and I’ve been visiting her since I was a little kid, so I think I qualify as local.”
“I’d say yes, you definitely could call yourself a local. That was actually a part of the reason why your resume appealed to me. I saw that you had what we consider a local address, not typical student housing, but I have to admit Braun, I was totally shocked when you were not a dude.”
I laughed at that comment and told him just how often it happens. We ate and it was totally relaxed as we continued to look for songs and got to know each other.
I thought: I just might have a little crush on my boss.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he queried around a bite of burger.
I know I blushed at the seriousness of his tone as he asked me, but rather than respond right away, my mind wandered to Shawn, and what the right response should be. “No, no boyfriend.” I felt my mood plummet. I didn’t want to feel like this with Levi. “No, with school and now work, I just never seem to have the time, you know?” I hoped my long pause didn’t make him suspicious. I’m not ready to share Emmerson with him just yet, if ever.
“How about you? Any lucky lady in your life?”
Please say no, please.
“Of course I do, Braun, look at all this.” He moved his hand from the top of his head to below the table. I nodded my head to show I’d heard him and tried to hide the disappointment creeping onto my face by hiding behind a bite of my huge burger.
“Yeah, you’ve already met her too, she’s a real fucking beauty.” With that statement, my stomach had dropped to my feet and I have to admit that I was kind of taken aback. Not only that he had a girlfriend, after what Sal said, but that I’d met her. Maybe it was one of the girls I’d only met in passing, but I hadn’t met too many girls yet. I was so confused.
All of a sudden the air seemed to change between us and I felt uncomfortable as he watched me. I wondered if he saw my disappointment.
“The pub, Scrappy. That’s my girl. Always has been.” He’d burst out laughing. “I had you, eh? No, no girlfriend. I prefer an easy arrangement and hope to find the right girl to make me change my mind someday, but for right now, I’m kind of all about my girl over there,” he said and pointed across the street.
Then we’d both sat back to enjoy getting to know each other. You know, if it had’ve been a date, I would have considered it the best first date I had ever had. Thinking about Levi like this—and how comfortable and easy it was—causes a terrible
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