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dining room in the other direction. And there is Ashley, Chance’s sister, sitting with a group of girls. Where my experience with boys is pretty slim to none, my experience with girlfriends is pretty much nil. So basically, when she gets up and runs over to me, my hackles rise up. I quickly swash the urge to zap anyone that touches me. This is good because, in the next instant she has an arm wrapped around my shoulder.
Leaning into me she says, “I’m so glad you made it. Sorry I bailed on you. I hope Chance wasn’t too terrible.”
Terrible, um, that would be a no. “Oh. Not at all.” I mutter.
Not that she really hears me, because she is pretty much talking over me.
“I of course, only remembered after dinner, that I promised Jane that I’d meet her this morning. She’s having boyfriend problems. And as best friend, it’s my job to convince her she’s not certifiable.”
I nod in understanding. But in reality, I have no idea what she’s talking about. Do girls always talk this fast? My only experience is with my older sister Raina, and in between the torment, we never talked liked this. Maybe I should talk like that, super-fast with an excited lite to my voice.
Then again, maybe not.
Chance calls out, cutting off his sister’s next intake of breath before another tirade. I gratefully turn to him, and see that he’s waving me over. The boy he was talking to is staring at me. So I guess this is it then. My first attempt at a job interview. Please, let me get it. I just hope someone is listening to my weak prayer.
Easing out from under Ashley’s arm, I shift in the general direction of the counter. Trying to not seem like I’m blowing her off or anything, when I sort of am. She simply flashes me a bright smile and gives me a double thumbs up. And as fast as she ran over, she flitters back over to the table with the other girls.
Alone, I have no other reason to not head over to the counter. But it doesn’t mean I have to rush. So I don’t. And it not only lets me clear my nervous thoughts, but also to check out the guy Chance was talking to. In a weird way he kind of looks like the love child between Harry Potter and The Hulk. In that he is all bulky muscles, but then his face is oddly soft. He is another one with pretty blue eyes.
Unlike Chance though, this guys are hidden behind round black rimmed glasses. His hair is a dark mop that is trimmed like a skater’s motif. He might be somewhat intimidating looking, but I find an easy smile gracing my features as I step up to them.
“Rabbit this is Toby Reed.” Chance says as he points from me to the Potter-Hulk, and then points from him to me. “Toby, this here is our newest resident. And job seeker.”
Toby takes one look at me and a fine blush stains his cheeks. He fumbles with his glasses, that I know couldn’t have been crooked. Instantly, I can sense that it’s a nervous gesture. But what is making him nervous? Surly not me. Why would I make anyone nervous? It would be understandable if he knew I was a demon, but no one knows that.
I glance at Chance to see if maybe he notices anything funny out his friend. He was already watching me, so I didn’t have to like flag him down. He winks, and then turns back to his friend.
Okay then. No help there.
Shifting my gaze back to Toby, I notice he’s no longer there. Startled, I search out for him. And when I don’t find him, I can’t help being impressed by his light footing. I never would have guessed. Before I can turn away in thinking I’m not getting a job here, he pops up from the floor.
I jump back about a foot away and make a ridiculous squeaking sound. Chance laughs. Toby looks guilty. All I can think is how in the world did that boy fit under the counter? And why would he want to? That’s when I see a bundle in his arms. It looks like maybe a shirt and a hat, but I’m not sure.
I’m about to turn to Chance and ask him about his friends mental health, when the boy chucks the
Leaning into me she says, “I’m so glad you made it. Sorry I bailed on you. I hope Chance wasn’t too terrible.”
Terrible, um, that would be a no. “Oh. Not at all.” I mutter.
Not that she really hears me, because she is pretty much talking over me.
“I of course, only remembered after dinner, that I promised Jane that I’d meet her this morning. She’s having boyfriend problems. And as best friend, it’s my job to convince her she’s not certifiable.”
I nod in understanding. But in reality, I have no idea what she’s talking about. Do girls always talk this fast? My only experience is with my older sister Raina, and in between the torment, we never talked liked this. Maybe I should talk like that, super-fast with an excited lite to my voice.
Then again, maybe not.
Chance calls out, cutting off his sister’s next intake of breath before another tirade. I gratefully turn to him, and see that he’s waving me over. The boy he was talking to is staring at me. So I guess this is it then. My first attempt at a job interview. Please, let me get it. I just hope someone is listening to my weak prayer.
Easing out from under Ashley’s arm, I shift in the general direction of the counter. Trying to not seem like I’m blowing her off or anything, when I sort of am. She simply flashes me a bright smile and gives me a double thumbs up. And as fast as she ran over, she flitters back over to the table with the other girls.
Alone, I have no other reason to not head over to the counter. But it doesn’t mean I have to rush. So I don’t. And it not only lets me clear my nervous thoughts, but also to check out the guy Chance was talking to. In a weird way he kind of looks like the love child between Harry Potter and The Hulk. In that he is all bulky muscles, but then his face is oddly soft. He is another one with pretty blue eyes.
Unlike Chance though, this guys are hidden behind round black rimmed glasses. His hair is a dark mop that is trimmed like a skater’s motif. He might be somewhat intimidating looking, but I find an easy smile gracing my features as I step up to them.
“Rabbit this is Toby Reed.” Chance says as he points from me to the Potter-Hulk, and then points from him to me. “Toby, this here is our newest resident. And job seeker.”
Toby takes one look at me and a fine blush stains his cheeks. He fumbles with his glasses, that I know couldn’t have been crooked. Instantly, I can sense that it’s a nervous gesture. But what is making him nervous? Surly not me. Why would I make anyone nervous? It would be understandable if he knew I was a demon, but no one knows that.
I glance at Chance to see if maybe he notices anything funny out his friend. He was already watching me, so I didn’t have to like flag him down. He winks, and then turns back to his friend.
Okay then. No help there.
Shifting my gaze back to Toby, I notice he’s no longer there. Startled, I search out for him. And when I don’t find him, I can’t help being impressed by his light footing. I never would have guessed. Before I can turn away in thinking I’m not getting a job here, he pops up from the floor.
I jump back about a foot away and make a ridiculous squeaking sound. Chance laughs. Toby looks guilty. All I can think is how in the world did that boy fit under the counter? And why would he want to? That’s when I see a bundle in his arms. It looks like maybe a shirt and a hat, but I’m not sure.
I’m about to turn to Chance and ask him about his friends mental health, when the boy chucks the
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