002. Take It Or Leave It

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002. Take It Or Leave It.

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Tracy bit her lip as she read over Elijah's application - essay for the third time. He was into music. More than that. He was passionate about music. She didn't agree with most of it but the pair did share a few common artists. She thought The Strokes were boring as fuck but the way he expressed his love for them it was clear to her that he was not only knowledgeable but it was engraved into his soul. Fuck. Well, she didn't really have an excuse for him to not get the job. Mr Nolan would take him in any way.

Elijah.. made her feel strange. He had shown her more kindness in the past week than most people have her entire stay in Killiney. He was a stranger but stopped her from being abused in the middle of the street. He hadn't been a cunt like Dan, in fact, he was the opposite. But there was something that was off about him. She couldn't get a read on. She realized that Elijah was one of the most mysterious and strangest people she's ever met. What was he hiding? Why did she even care? Ugh. She was running late for work just thinking about it.

Her head was fogged like the Irish clouds that loomed above her. She had too much to drink the night before and too much happened with Dan. With Elijah. The adrenaline rush also didn't help her sleep. She stared into her black coffee as Killiney slowly woke up as the sun (or lack thereof) came up.

"Rough night?" Mr Nolan asked with a fatherly sigh of worry. He carried in some new vinyl that had shipped in the night before.

"In more ways than one," Tracy paused, taking a drink from her coffee. "Some lad came in here with a 5-page essay... He wants the job."

She said while showing Mr Nolan the papers.

Mr Nolan's eyes popped.

"He's got the job."

Tracy reluctantly looked away from Elijah's application.

"Anyone I know?"

"You know that lad that comes in here all the time? Rob Keating? His mate."

Mr Nolan nodded with apprehension.

"Elijah Hewson."

Tracy's eyes lit up like stars.

"You know him? What's his story?"

Mr Nolan's lip quirked up in amusement.

"Think he'd rather tell you himself. Although, I'm surprised you don't know. He's Bono's kid. Not seen him in a while now that I think about it."

Tracy's head snapped towards the older man. What? Bono's kid?

"I mean seriously." laughed Tracy.

Mr Nolan didn't budge. Oh. He was serious. She felt her face heat up in embarrassment. All this time she was really talking down the richest man in Killiney's son. Huh. Now both Blur and U2 got ruined for her. Yikes.

"No kidding? Trouble then?"

Mr Nolan hesitated again.

"His parents are good people. Down to Earth. Especially his mam. They used to come into the shop before Paul's band kicked off... Not so much anymore."

Tracy exhaled and nodded slowly. He could have anything he wanted. He's the son of one of the most successful frontmen in the world. Why would he want to work at some old record store? She couldn't get it. She couldn't get him.

"Why? You're not usually interested. I didn't take you as a U2 fan."

Tracy shrugged nonchalantly as she was pulled out of her thoughts.

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