Summer Job

Pretty face

26/07/1992

it was the following saturday after my first shift, which actually went surprisingly well. we had a brief tour around the venue before the guests arrived.

but my god. i have never worked so hard in my life. both damon and i were on our feet for a long 14 hour shift, constantly tending to guests, washing dishes, setting tables and basically everything involved for a wedding to go swiftly.

ever since that shift, i haven't been able to get the floppy haired boy from my head, his arrogant yet witty comments constantly replaying in my mind like no other earworm.

despite the horrendous labour i endured last week, i was actually rather looking forward to going in again today, thanks to damon.

yet again, i had jamie drop me off outside of the front gates, only to be met with damon leant with one leg against the wall and a cigarette between his lips. i shot a sweet smile in his direction, passing him by as i approached the front doors.

'y'alright?' i heard a voice from behind me say. i turned around to see damon flick his cigarette across the floor before exhaling the smoke, as his clumsy legs strutted towards me. shirt untucked, of course.

'hey' i replied. 'never knew you smoked.'

'yeah i do, why, do you want one?' he asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he flicked open the lid to his packet of cigarettes, gesturing towards me.

'i'm okay for now thanks, maybe later' i replied, holding my hand up in protest.

'suit yourself' he scoffed, taking another cigarette out of the packet and placing it between his lips. 'i'll catch you in a bit then.'

we walked off in opposite directions as i headed towards the entrance hall, a few minutes early.

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about 3 hours into the shift i was in the store room polishing some wine glasses before being interrupted by the chef telling me to do some of the washing up that had being accumulating downstairs.

'sure, chef' i responded, placing my glass and tea towel down before walking towards the lift. the lift doors opened and i pressed the button to take me down to the basement.

'hold it!' a voice shouted across the hall, as i saw damon jogging towards the slowly closing doors between the gap. i pressed the button to re-open the doors, letting damon come in.

'cheers' he said, panting as he leant over and rested his hands on his thighs.

'you're welcome' i responded with a smile.

he tilted his head up to look up to me, a cheeky smile across his face.

'you got a pretty face, ya'know?' he commented as he stood back upright. i giggled in response and said 'you're not too bad yourself' with the corner of my mouth turned up.

'i know' he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets, staring at the opening lift doors.

i walked out of the lift in silence, heading towards the kitchen.

'why such a rush?' he asked, still stood in the lift with a grin across his face.

'chefs asked me to do some washing up' i replied, turning to face him but walking backwards.

'i've got nothing to do so i'll come help you' he said, stepping out of the lift and walking towards me.

'you won't wanna do that' i chuckled.

'i'll have a good view so i'm sure i'll be okay' he responded, now next to me, looking at me through his peripheral with the corner of his mouth turned up.

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not even half way through the stack of dirty dishes rested on the trolly, i went over to the sink to wash my hands. damon was on drying duty. i leant over to push on the soap dispenser when i noticed damon's reflection in the window above the sink, staring at me intently from across the room as he rubbed a bowl with a tea towel.

i turned around, catching him out as he quickly glanced in the opposite direction.

'caught me' he admitted, puffing his cheeks. i responded with a sickly, sarcastic smile plastered across my face before i went back to washing my hands.

i walked over to grab a tea towel and dry my hands as the song 'Jealous guy' by Donny Hathaway started to play on the radio. i leant my back against the kitchen counter before resting my hands on the edge and hoisting myself up.

'you know there's more to a woman than their arse, damon?' i said, tightening my lips and raising my eyebrows at him in disappointment. he chuckled as he glared at me through his eyebrows, still drying that bowl.

he wet his lips and placed the bowl and towel down on the table in front of him before walking over towards me. 'come here' he demanded, offering his hand to help me down from the counter.

i took his hand and jumped down as his other hand rested on my waist.

'what are you doing?' giving him a confused, yet soft smile.

he didn't reply, but instead, placed one of his fingers over his lips, gesturing to shush me. he began to sway his hips in time with the music before taking both of my wrists and placing them over his shoulders. he pulled my waist closer to his and rested his lips beside my ear.
the radio continued playing in the background as we slow danced to the rhythm.

'you don't strike me as the romantic type' i flirted, pulling away and gazing into his eyes.

'i'm not, usually' he smiled.

'oi you two back to work!' chef barged into the room, waving his tea towel above his head. we quickly dropped a hold of each other and distanced ourselves in embarrassment.

'sorry chef' i mumbled as i made my way back to the washing machine. chef grunted in response and left the room.

'twat' damon sniggered behind me. i looked over my shoulder to see damon staring at me. we shared a cheeky smile.

a/n

i am aware this story is moving rather quickly so i'm not sure how long it'll be, but probably about 10 chapters :)