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think Twila would give me an application for the position and I didn’t ever feel like setting foot back in that place again. Gas station attendant was out too, because I was not working crazy hours, which is most likely all they would have available for a newbie. Cashier at Ingles and the job at Spellbinding Reads was all that was left on the table. Either would do.
After getting a hot shower, I headed to Vera’s room to see if she wanted to come into town with me and get the applications, but found her lying across her bed, snoring. Guess that meant I was going it alone.
I headed to the bookstore first, because it was my number-one choice. If I was going to spend the summer here and had to work, then what better job could I find than at a bookstore by the beach?
Spellbinding Reads was on Main Street. I pulled my Jeep into a parking space directly in front of the store. The rolling, fluttery feeling of butterflies coming to life in the pit of my stomach began as soon as I cut the engine. I’d only ever applied for a job once, when I was sixteen, but only because I didn’t want to work as a paper pusher at my parents’ chiropractic office. I’d applied at a local Wendy’s restaurant as a cashier, got the job, and only lasted about three weeks.
Fast food had to be one of the most stressful industries to work in. All it took was one lady to toss a dime at me through the drive-through window when I’d nicely told her she was ten cents short for the burger she’d ordered to set me off and make me decide I never wanted to come back. I turned in my uniform the next day and went to work logging stuff in on the computer for my parents after.
I’d been there ever since.
I slicked my hands down the side of my skirt, smoothing out any creases, and tightened the hair tie holding my hair back in a ponytail, before gripping the metal handle to Spellbinding Reads’ door.
A bell hung above the door rang as I opened it. Air the perfect temperature met my skin as the scent of lemon and some sort of spicy tea tickled my nose. My sandals slapped against the dark, rustic-looking wood floors as I stepped inside. A tall U-shaped desk stood along the far wall, but there was no one standing behind it. Bookshelves nearly as tall as me were lined up in neat rows in the center of the room, and larger ones that touched the ceiling lined the outer walls. Celtic music of some sort flowed through the room, creating a calming environment. A makeshift coffee bar stood in the far right corner. Fluffy, overstuffed chairs were placed sporadically through the entire store.
This was definitely a place I wanted to work. It was a book lover’s paradise.
“Come on in, look around, and I’ll be right with you in just a moment,” a male voice called from somewhere near the back of the store.
“Thanks,” I called out to him, trying to pinpoint where his voice had come from. The door at the back wall?
I headed straight to the New Adult/Young Adult Paranormal titles shelf clearly labeled by a sign with the same design as the one hanging above the shop door outside. My fingertips brushed against the shiny new book spines filling the shelf. I pulled out a few that had titles that caught my interest, just to look at their covers. I was too nervous to actually read any blurbs and I didn’t have the money to buy anything today anyway.
There was nothing worse than finding a book you desperately wanted to read, only to determine you couldn’t afford it at the moment. It was the same way with shoes.
“Is there something in particular I can help you find?” asked the man who had greeted me when I walked in from behind me. I hadn’t heard him walk up, and his close presence, mixed with my already nervous energy, made me jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said smoothly.
“It’s okay. I just didn’t hear you walk up,” I said, taking in his features. There was an odd familiarity about him, something I couldn’t quite put my
After getting a hot shower, I headed to Vera’s room to see if she wanted to come into town with me and get the applications, but found her lying across her bed, snoring. Guess that meant I was going it alone.
I headed to the bookstore first, because it was my number-one choice. If I was going to spend the summer here and had to work, then what better job could I find than at a bookstore by the beach?
Spellbinding Reads was on Main Street. I pulled my Jeep into a parking space directly in front of the store. The rolling, fluttery feeling of butterflies coming to life in the pit of my stomach began as soon as I cut the engine. I’d only ever applied for a job once, when I was sixteen, but only because I didn’t want to work as a paper pusher at my parents’ chiropractic office. I’d applied at a local Wendy’s restaurant as a cashier, got the job, and only lasted about three weeks.
Fast food had to be one of the most stressful industries to work in. All it took was one lady to toss a dime at me through the drive-through window when I’d nicely told her she was ten cents short for the burger she’d ordered to set me off and make me decide I never wanted to come back. I turned in my uniform the next day and went to work logging stuff in on the computer for my parents after.
I’d been there ever since.
I slicked my hands down the side of my skirt, smoothing out any creases, and tightened the hair tie holding my hair back in a ponytail, before gripping the metal handle to Spellbinding Reads’ door.
A bell hung above the door rang as I opened it. Air the perfect temperature met my skin as the scent of lemon and some sort of spicy tea tickled my nose. My sandals slapped against the dark, rustic-looking wood floors as I stepped inside. A tall U-shaped desk stood along the far wall, but there was no one standing behind it. Bookshelves nearly as tall as me were lined up in neat rows in the center of the room, and larger ones that touched the ceiling lined the outer walls. Celtic music of some sort flowed through the room, creating a calming environment. A makeshift coffee bar stood in the far right corner. Fluffy, overstuffed chairs were placed sporadically through the entire store.
This was definitely a place I wanted to work. It was a book lover’s paradise.
“Come on in, look around, and I’ll be right with you in just a moment,” a male voice called from somewhere near the back of the store.
“Thanks,” I called out to him, trying to pinpoint where his voice had come from. The door at the back wall?
I headed straight to the New Adult/Young Adult Paranormal titles shelf clearly labeled by a sign with the same design as the one hanging above the shop door outside. My fingertips brushed against the shiny new book spines filling the shelf. I pulled out a few that had titles that caught my interest, just to look at their covers. I was too nervous to actually read any blurbs and I didn’t have the money to buy anything today anyway.
There was nothing worse than finding a book you desperately wanted to read, only to determine you couldn’t afford it at the moment. It was the same way with shoes.
“Is there something in particular I can help you find?” asked the man who had greeted me when I walked in from behind me. I hadn’t heard him walk up, and his close presence, mixed with my already nervous energy, made me jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said smoothly.
“It’s okay. I just didn’t hear you walk up,” I said, taking in his features. There was an odd familiarity about him, something I couldn’t quite put my
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