Very Cinderella

Part 8

Chace’s P.O.V.

THUD!

“Oh come on man!”

I chuckled, as Ace slid down the ramp, noodles falling down his top.

“What was that for?” he yelled.

I shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Dude, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he laughed, running back up and sitting back down next to me.

“Hey, check that out,” Ace punched my shoulder, pointing behind us towards the playground.

“Ace, if this is another one of your ‘made you look’ things, I’m not buying it,” I told him.

“No, no it’s a girl,” he insisted.

“Oh come on, you’re so desperate you’re going for six year olds?” I groaned.

“Just shut up and look!”

I turned to where he was pointing.

There, by the swings, stood a tall, slim, curly blonde haired girl, facing away from us. She was only wearing short leggings and a thin jacket, and it was a chilly night.

The girl turned to face us, and I could recognize that face anywhere.

Harlow.

She was looking our way, but didn’t seem to notice I was here, looking at her.

“Oh man, she’s so hot!” Ace gasped, grinning like a maniac.

“Don’t you dare,” I growled.

“Wow, someone’s eager,” he teased, nudging me.

“No, A, that’s the girl I mentioned, Harlow, from work,” I told him.

“Her?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes, her.”

“Get in there Chace, she’s stunning!”

“Keep it down,” I hissed. “She’s coming over.”

Sure enough, Harlow was at the skate ramp already, looking at our discarded skateboards in the middle of the ramp.

“Hey!” Ace yelled, standing up and running down the ramp.

“Hey,” Harlow replied, smiling. That was the first time I’d seen her smile in the last week.

She’d come into work just last week upset and miserable, and nothing I could do could cheer her up. Just today she hadn’t even cracked a smile when I had dropped the man’s ice cream. It had been her fault anyway, not that she knew; I’d been too busy staring at her.

“I’m Ace; may I inquire your name?” Ace asked her, putting on the charm.

“Nice to meet you Ace, I’m Harlow,” she answered, grinning.

What? I work with her all day five nights a week and I can’t get her to smile at me for whatever reason and Ace just says hi and he’s got her wrapped round his little finger!

I stood up, running down the ramp.

Harlow catches my eye, and her mouth opens a little.

“Um, hey Chace,” she grins, looking past Ace to me.

“S’up?” I respond, casually.

“You didn’t tell me you skated.”

“I haven’t told you anything for the past week.”