"But you said last week, you'd have it in," she argued,
'One, two, three-'
"I know I did Miss Smith, but things happen, and that shipment just so happens to be late, why don't you leave your contact info here, and I can-"
"What is info?" She questioned rather harshly,
Joe sighed but didn't roll his eyes, he was better then that, "information, Miss Smith,"'Almost forgot I was talking to a dinosaur,'
The elderly woman let out a huff before shakily writing her name and number onto a piece of paper Joe slipped onto the counter. Usually this was his approach for getting to know a woman he.. 'loved' but this time, it was strictly work. "Thank you Miss Smith," joe said calmly, watching the elderly woman mutter under her breath before turning and retreating out the door. That's when he noticed her. His breath hitched. She was back. She did love him.
'Hello.. you'
"Joe, don't do this! Your obsessing again, you followed her home!" The ghost of beck appeared, leaning against the desk. Joes eye twitched slightly, "go away beck," he muttered, so none of the other customers would see him talking to himself.
"Joe stop- I won't let you do this, not again!," she yelled,
But instead of fuelling the fire, Joe pushed her out of his mind, he glanced at the display of Becks books, he really had to move those, but Ethan wanted it there, 'respect for the dead' he'd said.Joe fixed his apron, looking to Ethan who was busy recommending some cook book to an unsuspecting customer, they'd probably asked about a chef and here we go, but it was good, it meant he was distracted. He quickly looked away, ducking behind the counter to appear busy, when he'd heard her sweet hello, he'd almost melted,
Joe gave his best charming smile before bopping up from behind the counter, "hello," he announced, what can I help you with? Sorry, for some reason we are so busy today.." he said quietly, taking in her features, her hair, it was a thing of perfection. To bad he hardly knew her, he knew where she lived.. yes, but that was it.
Hopefully she wanted a book, if she wanted a book, she would have to pay for it, and he was hopeful she would use her card, IE, he'd get her name. He eyed her cautiously, "wait a minute, I think I recognise you," he smirked, tilting his head to the side. "Last week, you wanted, gosh what was it,"'That awful timberwolves book'
"Don't tell me," Joe smirked, faking a guess, "the rose code- no, no.. ah! It was the Timberwolves right?" He tapped the desk with his long fingers, "you are so lucky, it just so happened to get here this morning," Joe stepped back, placing a finger in the air, "I won't be a moment,"
'That's right Joe, be her knight in shining aprons'
Once Joe disappeared into the stock room, Ethan appeared, obviously done chatting away with the customer, "hello! I'm Ethan, I couldn't but notice you checking out Guinevere Becks book, it's so sad to hear what happened, she came here a lot," he mumbled sadly, "I'm not supposed to do this, but feel free to take a copy on me," he smiled, like a giant puppy dog, "I think her work should be remembered, she was always working so hard..." he said quietly,
Joe seemed to appear out of thin air, his jaw clenching, what did he think he was doing, Joe was meant to be her go to, he cleared his throat, "once your done giving away books," Joe muttered, "could you go restock aisle three,"
Ethan instantly muttered a sorry before waving the girl off,
Joe returned his smile, holding the hard copy book in one hand, "sorry about him, he likes to.. talk,"