Chapter 3: Nova

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"Dark alleyways"

I've never seen such a handsome looking man before. His eyes were the lightest shade of blue I've ever seen. It was like arctic blue or a cloudy sky on a summer's day. His shaggy hair was the color of coal. Jet black and to the tip of his ears. It was a bit shaggy but it looked so good on him. He's way taller than me and that's saying something at 5'7 and boy did he have muscles for days. He was beautiful. I hope to see more of him and Eleanor.

Picking up my phone to start the music again. I notice I have a few unread messages from my mother. She's been texting me the past few weeks and I've yet to reply. She wants me to lend her money. Money I do not have. She thinks I got something from dads will and she isn't budging. I'll just continue to ignore her for now. Which will be hard when she messages me every other hour.

Looking around I smile to myself. I can't wait to get this place going. I can see it now. I've got all the colors in my mind. An olive green for the walls with a peach colored door. Metal stools for sitting with a few arm chairs. Zebra wood for the tables. A chalkboard for the menu. I can even find local artist work to hang around. In my mind it looks perfect. I'm so excited.

Picking up the broom again I start to sweep up all the dirt and grime left behind. I look around and see what needs to be done. I make a mental list. I've got some loose tiles on the floor I need to fix, the front door is a bit wobbly when you open it, and the main pipe in the kitchen has a leak that needs to be fixed before it gets too bad. I've had to dump a bucket already since I turned the water on under the sink. I'll have to be sure to turn it back off before I leave.

I set the broom to the side and head for the door to lock up. I don't see Galax, Georgia with two day shipping. Looking around I notice all the stores around me. The boutique is next door to mine on the right and to the left seems to be a lawyers office. I'm not sure where the hardware store is but, this town is so small I'm sure I can find it eventually. I pass a small coffee shop that seems to sell books as well, a florist and a tattoo parlor. I bet this is the one Madz owns.

A few buildings down I see what I'm looking for. Pulling the door open I'm met with a smell that brings me back in time. It reminds me of my father. Coffee and sandalwood. I smile and start looking around for what I need. Most hardware stores all have the same layout. I grab some high quality adhesive, a utility knife and an iron. This should be it for now. Until I can make a proper list.

"Hello." I hear a grumbly older voice coming from the back. I then see an older man with a long white beard and a short haircut walking towards the front. His cheeks are red and his glasses are lowered on his nose. He kind of reminds me of those mall Santa's. I giggle to myself.

"Oh hello, I'm just here picking up a few things." The old man looks at me and walks to the register. He ignores me. He must not be a big talker then. That's okay.

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