Sunshine

11- Stripper

Devin's POV

I'm getting a job. I figured it would be best since I'm unemployed and this mission thing is temporary, and it seems more like a vacation than a mission, but because of the deal Marco and I made I'll be going back home in 2 days.

A bell chimes as I walk into the bakery with the wanted sign and look around taking in the design. There was a minimum of 4 four booth an and 2 tables with individual chairs the color theme being white, tan, and brown gives it a homey feel to it. I like it.

I walked up to the employee behind the counter "Hi I'm interested in a job, I saw the wanted sign."

"I'll go get the owner." The employee walks out back through an employees only door. A lady who looks to be in her late 50's, long black hair going down her back, and pale green eyes walks appears holding a small stack of papers

"Hi honey, I'm Ms. Harper, Taylor told me you wanted to apply for a job here, so you can fill out this application and we'll work it out from there." She's sound so sweet and light, and I assume Taylor was the employee working at the counter.

I thank her taking the papers and sitting in a booth next to the window. I skim over the over the application filling in boxes and answering questions.

Do you have any working experience?

I don't think helping a mafia capture someone is really something you'd put on a résumé.

•••••••

45 minutes later and I got the job, I'm an employed woman.

I start in three days, it pays $7.50 an hour, and I work from 1pm to 3pm -it's the time when I'm mostly bored. The backers is 2 blocks away from Marco's rental house and 15 minute drive from my house, so it's a win win until Marco inevitably moves back to Spain.

I walk out the bakery looking at my phone finding three missed messages from Marco.

Sunshine🐛-  Do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?

Sunshine 🐛- Gorgeous?

Sunshine🐛- Rose are you okay?

Sometimes shocks me how adorable he is at certain moments. I turn around back into the bakery and order 6 snickerdoodle cookies to go.

Me- Aren't you adorable all worried about me?

Sunshine🐛- Shut up.

He still can't handle the fact he's a softy, but it's okay denial may not be healthy but it's normal.

I walk down the sidewalk the bag of cookies in one hand and the other holding my phone. Since me and Marco are watching a movie tonight I'm debating between a Marvel movie, action comedy, or fantasy fiction.

I seen all the Marvel movies I can think of, my dad introduced me to them when I was younger it was one of the good things that came out of our relationship.

I don't think it's safe to watch fantasy, since I've tried to move things with my mind, ran around my house with a blanket as a cape and hissing every time my mother would open the blinds, and tried creating my own spells by saying rhymes and moving my hand weirdly.

I guess that leaves action comedy in which I'm in love with, especially the ones where they gather a team of smart individuals with different talents to steal something big and cost a lot of money.

I took a turn on the last block watching a cat sit on a window seal when I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

My body goes ridge, my heart races, and I can't tell if I want to cry or not. Not out of fear or sadness but out of anger, it's really not the best trait.