One More Summoning

Chapter Fourteen

Katerina

When I got to the shop this morning, there was a flyer hanging up on the front door. A help wanted sign. It was amazing. It's way better than the one I doodled up last night because I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. It had the shops logo, and everything. The only thing it didn't have was a number. It just said come in and apply or call and then it was blank. There was a sticky note on the back of the flyer when I took it down, wrote on it was, "I didn't have your number to put on it, but what do you think?". Oh he's smooth, to smooth.

I take the flyer inside and set it on the counter. I try to forget about it while I start the morning chores to get the shop ready to open. The past two days have been something else. Monday, a adorable guy came in the shop, he had brown hair that was a little longer, enough to have the messy look that's so attractive, big kind brown eyes, black frame glasses that suited his face so well, sharpe jawline, and even though he had on a long sleeve shirt and jeans I could tell he was built. He even read one of my favorite books, I have a lot of favorites but still. Then at evening another guy came in and god was he hot too. He was taller than the first with blonde hair, that was faded on the sides and longer on top, ocean blue eyes, sharpe jawline and muscles for days. He basically let me pick a random drink for him.

Then on Tuesday, my luck continued. A guy comes in and flips my whole day. It was hard going back to my normal day after he left. He had auburn hair, kind of styled liked the blonde guy but more grown out, and when the sun coming through the windows and hit it, it was more red. His eyes were the kind of hazel that has more green than brown but also the perfect mixture. He was the same height as the guy with blonde hair, same sharpe jawline. He basically made me take a good break and let me boss him around, it was kinda fun. He offered to make flyers to help me hire someone. He made lots of good points and really got me thinking. Then the guy from yesterday evening, god he was the biggest out of all the hotties I've seen come in and out of my shop since I opened it two years ago. He had jet black hair, it was a crew cut with a fade, it was also long enough on top it could be styled with gel to have that 50s swoop to it, he also had a nice neat black bread to match. His eyes a beautiful green. He had a scar on his right cheek that was diagonal, like from the corner of his mouth to his ear, it went right along the edge of his beard. For some ungodly reasons it made him that move devilishly handsome. He was dressed in a black button up and black slacks, as the other hotties were in more of regular everyday clothes. The last one stood out the most out of all of them, don't get me wrong they all caught my eye in their own way but there was something about that last one yesterday.

I start my day, just like always, when the door chimes and I welcome them and let them know that I'll be right with them. Once I get to the counter and ask what I could help them with they told me a job. It's a younger guy probably about nineteen, not much younger than I am though. He has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, cute but not my type.

"I'm sorry. I haven't posted for a job opening. Where did you hear this from?"

He hands me a folded up piece of paper, when I unfold it its like the one on the front door this morning except it didn't have the number part, it just says to come in to apply.

"Could you have a seat and give me a few moments? I'm so sorry. Or you could look at the books if you would like."

He told me it was no problem and wondered over to the books. I grab my phone and text 'Hot Flyer Dude' since I never got his name.

"Why do I have a man in my shopping wanting an application for a job? And why are there flyers hanging up everywhere?"

"Well, hello to you too. I simply don't know what you're talking about. Maybe someone super good looking and nice, wanted to help you out. So maybe, be nice to said person and just thank them?"