I'm onto another mission. After Giselle left, I decided to take my car on a little ride. I unravel the garage door and dust wafts through the air. I cough as I stalk towards my car. It's in bad condition, I haven't used it in a long time.
I open it and settle into it. I never thought I'd go back to his place but my curiosity heightened so that's where I'm heading.
I drive off with the directions still in my head. I arrive and park my car afar. I get out and hide behind a shrub. His house is a distance away from here. It's currently 10am, he shouldn't have already left. I await for 30 minutes before my doubts begin to rise. Maybe he already left.
Suddenly the gate opens and his car heads out, passing past the shrub I'm hiding behind.
I quickly get up and jog towards my car to get inside. Hitting on the accelerator, I drive in his direction. I wonder where a wealthy man would be going on a Saturday.
My curiosity diminishes when he turns into a baseball center. I turn in as well and catch sight of him getting out of his car and putting his cap on. I park my car and watch him intently. He then converses with a man in a pink shirt and white cap before they both walk further to the other side. I wonder what he is doing here.
I get out of my car and follow. Finally arriving at the other side, a baseball field is in sight and benches for spectators. From a distance, I watch him lifting a baseball bat as his brown skin glows under the midday sun.
Clad in a white floral summer dress and sandles, I walk over to the mini bar in the shade. A place where spectators or players come to drink their thirst off after a long game of baseball. I order a Pina colada with a cocktail umbrella. Seated on the stool, I observe him making his way to the field clad in the baseball attire.
He catches sight of me before he takes his position on the field. The bartender with short platinum colored hair and tattoos on her arms notices me observing him. She leans in with a cloth on her shoulder.
"Someone caught your attention huh?" She comments.
"Yea," I answer in abashment.
"That's Callan Anders. He's a great player. He usually spectates but it's rare for him to play on the field," she enlightens.
"How often does he come here?" I inquire.
"Every Saturday. Why are you asking?" A smirk appears on her face. "Ooh Callan," she sing songs loudly trying to catch his attention but my attempt of trying to cover her mouth from the other side fails
"No dont do that!" I place my pointer finger onto my mouth, a gesture for her to keep quiet.
"Okay fine I won't". She giggles as she begins wipping the glasses with a cloth.
I have an idea.
"Hey, are there any spots available that I can take up?" I inquire.
"A job?" She ask's.
"Yes," I respond.
"Sorry, we're currently not hiring". She places the glass onto the cabinet behind her.
I lean in. "Are you serious? Not even a little job? I can do anything," I beseech.
She sighs. "Woman, I already told you we aren't hiring".
"Come on, I need this... For him," I poke my head in his direction but she isn't quite convinced so I decide to go to the other side of the bar and kneel before her.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" She questions. "Get up, stop embarrassing me". She tries to lift me up as she looks around as though someone would appear out of nowhere and witness the occurrence.
"We may need an equipment stocker. So you'll be operating in the baseball bats department, supplying them and making sure they are intact. Also, keeping the surroundings clear," she assigns.
"Thank you so much". I hug her.
"I'll shove a cactus up your ass if you don't get this right. Don't say I didn't warn you," she jests.
"How much is the pay?" I inquire.
"$2800 per month," she answers.
Okay, that's good. This job is actually well paying compared to my last job.
"So when can I start working?" I ask.
"Now," she replies.
"Now? But.." I say but she cuts me off.
"Carl will show you around and tell you anything that is deemed necessary. Have a good day," she dismisses me.
Carl is a lanky guy who also works in the similar department I'll be working in. He showed me around and I became familiar with the place by the end of the day.
The problem is, how will I tell my boss, Charvelle that I want to quit the job at the laundry shop?
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