the front. She also had red streaks in her hair that framed her face.
If Jane, Remi, and I were the Charlie’s Angels Remi would be the leader, Jane would be the vixen, and I would be the ditzy awkward girl.
Jane came and plopped down beside me on the employee lounge sofa. “You’re here early…Are you sick? Your face looks funny.” She scrunched up her face and smiled.
“I wanted to talk to Remi about…something.” I started to blush and Jane punched my arm.
“We knew it! You have a boyfriend ! We thought that you’d be a single virgin forever with the amount of interest you’ve shown the men around here. I voted that you were a lesbian…wait…you do have a boy friend right?” I’m sure she saw the look of surprise on my face, but then I burst out laughing. “Oh my, am I that obvious?”
Jane looked like she was convinced that I was a lesbian. “It’s just weird. You’re totally hot and guys check you out all the time, but you never go out on any dates and you turn down any phone number or invitation that you get.”
That was twice in one day that someone had commented on how I looked in a positive way. Accepting a compliment was harder than I ever thought it would be.
“I don’t know, I guess I never found a guy who caught my eye. I can be a lot to handle sometimes and generally people try to stay clear of me.”
Jane sighed, “Yeah I’ve seen you talking to yourself quite a bit. It’s cool, totally weird, but nothing I’ll hold against you.” She winked at me and got up to walk out of the room. I couldn’t decide if I thought that she was uncomfortable or her break was just over. Shortly after Jane left, Remi walked in and gave me her signature greeting, “Hey chick! What’s up?”
I started to speak but realized that I never really thought about how I would start the conversation. I decided to bring something up that Jane had said. “How do you all know that I’m a virgin?”
Remi’s jaw dropped to her chest in surprise. I normally wasn’t the kind of person to come out and ask questions so bluntly. She composed herself quickly and laughed, “Well for one thing I’ve never seen someone turn down so many hot guys before.”
It never occurred to me that I might’ve been turning down legit invitations. I always thought that I was just avoiding bullies and guys who just wanted in my pants when Remi or Jane wouldn’t give them the time of day. Remi continued, “And we always see you talking to yourself or laughing at things that aren’t there. I would say that you’re in serious need of a good roll-in-the-hay.”
I blushed at her last comment and then dropped my bomb on her. “I think I’m seeing someone now…” I muttered.
Remi bounced on her toes and said, “ Oh. My. God. It’s that hot guy that’s sitting out there isn’t it? The one that was here talking to you the other night?”
Wait. What? “He’s out there right now?” I hadn’t expected that.
“If we’re talking about the same guy. Tall, dark, and gorgeous? He’s sitting in your section.” She looked like she was irritated that I was more confused than excited.
Without saying anything else to her, I threw my apron on and clocked in five minutes early. I peeked around the corner into the dining room and saw that Risk was sitting at the same table as the last time. He still wore his sexy yellow polo shirt and he was staring down at his hands, looking irritated. He was with his parents again and his dad was already sloppy drunk at four o’clock in the afternoon. His mother
If Jane, Remi, and I were the Charlie’s Angels Remi would be the leader, Jane would be the vixen, and I would be the ditzy awkward girl.
Jane came and plopped down beside me on the employee lounge sofa. “You’re here early…Are you sick? Your face looks funny.” She scrunched up her face and smiled.
“I wanted to talk to Remi about…something.” I started to blush and Jane punched my arm.
“We knew it! You have a boyfriend ! We thought that you’d be a single virgin forever with the amount of interest you’ve shown the men around here. I voted that you were a lesbian…wait…you do have a boy friend right?” I’m sure she saw the look of surprise on my face, but then I burst out laughing. “Oh my, am I that obvious?”
Jane looked like she was convinced that I was a lesbian. “It’s just weird. You’re totally hot and guys check you out all the time, but you never go out on any dates and you turn down any phone number or invitation that you get.”
That was twice in one day that someone had commented on how I looked in a positive way. Accepting a compliment was harder than I ever thought it would be.
“I don’t know, I guess I never found a guy who caught my eye. I can be a lot to handle sometimes and generally people try to stay clear of me.”
Jane sighed, “Yeah I’ve seen you talking to yourself quite a bit. It’s cool, totally weird, but nothing I’ll hold against you.” She winked at me and got up to walk out of the room. I couldn’t decide if I thought that she was uncomfortable or her break was just over. Shortly after Jane left, Remi walked in and gave me her signature greeting, “Hey chick! What’s up?”
I started to speak but realized that I never really thought about how I would start the conversation. I decided to bring something up that Jane had said. “How do you all know that I’m a virgin?”
Remi’s jaw dropped to her chest in surprise. I normally wasn’t the kind of person to come out and ask questions so bluntly. She composed herself quickly and laughed, “Well for one thing I’ve never seen someone turn down so many hot guys before.”
It never occurred to me that I might’ve been turning down legit invitations. I always thought that I was just avoiding bullies and guys who just wanted in my pants when Remi or Jane wouldn’t give them the time of day. Remi continued, “And we always see you talking to yourself or laughing at things that aren’t there. I would say that you’re in serious need of a good roll-in-the-hay.”
I blushed at her last comment and then dropped my bomb on her. “I think I’m seeing someone now…” I muttered.
Remi bounced on her toes and said, “ Oh. My. God. It’s that hot guy that’s sitting out there isn’t it? The one that was here talking to you the other night?”
Wait. What? “He’s out there right now?” I hadn’t expected that.
“If we’re talking about the same guy. Tall, dark, and gorgeous? He’s sitting in your section.” She looked like she was irritated that I was more confused than excited.
Without saying anything else to her, I threw my apron on and clocked in five minutes early. I peeked around the corner into the dining room and saw that Risk was sitting at the same table as the last time. He still wore his sexy yellow polo shirt and he was staring down at his hands, looking irritated. He was with his parents again and his dad was already sloppy drunk at four o’clock in the afternoon. His mother
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