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Summer Fling: Chapter Two

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CHAPTER TWO

I hated to admit it, but the only thing that actually got me out of bed the next morning was knowing I'd see Bennett again. I made my way to the dining room as one of the first in my bunk to set up before breakfast and mentally prepare myself for the room full of noise and cheers that would be in less than an hour.

"Chloe- hey!" I heard a thick accent that I had tried to replay through my head the night before, apparently doing it no justice.

"Oh. Hi Bennett. Good morning," I smiled. "What brings you here so early?" Looking past him, I saw there was no other kitchen staff in the room.

"Got distracted last night and never finished washing dishes. Chef Max made me get up hour earlier than the others." He rolled his eyes but I could see he didn't actually mind so much.

"That sucks- well, maybe you shouldn't have ignored your job, mister," I joked. Yeah. Still playing it cool.

Suddenly the head waitress and for all technical purposes, my boss, Emily, came up behind me and pulled me over to the supply shelves against the wall that were already an unorganized mess on the second morning of camp. "Chloe, a word?"

"Hey Em, what's up?" Was I in trouble already? Had some camper realized my smile was fake? Was my attitude obviously that bad? Honestly, I thought I'd been doing a great job so far of keeping my sarcastic thoughts in my head.

"That guy- the one that works in the kitchen...?" No shit, what other guy is there in this place? (See, told you I kept it in my head.) But wait, where was she going with this? I stayed silent and waited for her to continue. "Well, I don't think it's the best idea for you to talk to him. I mean, you can talk to him- just don't get too buddy buddy, if you catch my drift."

Um. What? "Okay, chief. Whatever you say," I gave her another one of my oh-so-genuine smiles and turned away. Whatever. I had no idea what that was about and truthfully, it kinda annoyed the hell out of me that she had said that, but I'd listen. I could always admire him from afar, right?

The next few hours dragged on and before I knew it, it was time for us waitresses to get our lazy bums up to set up for lunch. Once again, I was the first to arrive in the dining room. Notice my devotion to the job. It's that or lack of any interest in anything else going on at that place. I made a mental note to myself to really stop being a sarcastic little twit; I'd be in that place for a month and I needed to get over that at some point.

And like dejá vù all over again, as soon as I walked in, "Hey Chloe." I glanced over at the kitchen and saw Bennett smiling, standing by the sink pretending to do work, by the looks of it.

"Hey Bennett. How's it going?" I wasn't being 'buddy buddy with him' by asking how stuff is going. Besides, Emily wasn't in the room.

"Good... You know, work." He gestured at the soapy pool of silver pans and bubbles in front of him as if that proved he was actually washing them. I liked his work ethic.

"Fun stuff," I nodded and started setting out plastic table cloths on my tables, doing my best to not glance at him every few seconds and failing. Epically.

"Meet me tonight," he said suddenly.

"What?"

"Hour after dinner tonight, come to the dining room. I'll be washing dishes. Or something," he smirked.

Or something. "Hm, alright. What do you have in mind?" I wondered, trying not to let my imagination run too wildly.

His smirk stayed plastered on his lips. "Just talk. Get to know you more I guess."

Whatever that means, I'm in. "Okay. I'll see you tonight then." And as if on cue, the rest of the waitresses piled in and Bennett and I ignored each other. Kinda.

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I actually changed my outfit to meet up with him. What was wrong with my jean shirts from before? I don't know. But I put on a different pair and grabbed my panda sweatshirt since it got kind of chilly at night.

I really wasn't sure if I should be doing this- sneaking out to meet him at night. I mean technically, my curfew wasn't until eleven and it was only eight thirty but I was almost certain hanging out with Bennett wasn't on the list of acceptable activities to do at night. However, since when was I one to follow stupid rules and deny myself of some fun?

Carefully stepping into the dining room through a back entrance, I peeked through a screen window into the kitchen and came face to face with the eyes again. "Oh, uh, hey, am I on time?"

He glanced at his wrist which held no watch but he nodded anyway with a grin. "Perfect time." He motioned his head for me to come around and into the kitchen. So far so good.

"So... Poland huh?" Oh god, I totally suck at this.

"Yeah, Poland... Hey, how old are you by the way?" He asked. Well, well, well.

But then I realized... He must be at least twenty. And that would make him six or seven years older than me. Seven years sounded like a lot even to me. Of course I didn't mind the difference but he most likely would. Now what was I supposed to say? "Well, how old do I look?" I challenged. I figured that was a safe bet.

"Well..." he stared at me hard up and down and I couldn't help but feel suddenly really self conscious. "Eighteen," he declared. It wasn't even a question.

I gave him an unintentional look but quickly asked him the same question before we could get back to the topic of my age.

"Twenty one." Simple as that. Crap.

"Oh. Well you were a little off by my age by the way," I said casually, trying to suppress my nerves, trying to figure out my next move.

"You're older? Or younger?" he seemed skeptical.

I gulped once. "Younger."

"So seventeen. No less than seventeen," his eyes bore into mine and I couldn't do anything but nod slowly, biting my lip.

"Oh, only four years," he smiled widely, making my tummy flip. What the hell was wrong with me?!

"Tell me more about what you do with the lawyer thing," I frantically racked my mind for something to move the direction of the conversation elsewhere.

It seemed that I was already falling hard for this guy. And now if this ended badly, blood would be on my shoulders. But then, I thought, how could this end badly? The guy lived in Poland for gods sake; no way this- whatever this was or whatever this was to become- could go any further than the summer.

Right?