Waylon was up before Lisa returned homefrom the hospital and the two shared a quick breakfast before shewandered back into the bedroom that used to be theirs together andwas now hers alone. Waylon drove his old Volkswagen GTI back to hisnew office in the Mount Massive Business Complex.
He had made good progress the nightbefore, getting all of the boxes organized and separated, but hestill had a large amount of cheap shelving to put together as well asa desk in a box. Waylon wished his muscles weren't so sore from allof the strenuous activity of moving the day before.
A couple of white aluminum shelves wereerected before ten o'clock rolled around and Waylon locked up hisshop to visit his next door neighbor. The "Open" sign was in thewindow and the bell jingled happily as Waylon opened the door toGluskin's Tailoring and Alterations.
The first thing Waylon heard was awoman's voice coming from a curtained off area that seemed to act asa fitting room. Whoever it was, she was giggling.
"You're sure we couldn't go maybe, alittle, shorter?" the woman's voice said, her tone dippingsuggestively.
"I believe the bride specified itshould be two inches above the knee. Anything shorter and you wouldlook like a whore, darling," came Mr. Gluskin's voice. Waylonchoked on a laugh at the brash answer.
"Well," snapped the female voice,suddenly much less flirtatious.
Waylon looked around the shop. The areawas rather bare save for some dress forms wearing gorgeous gowns anda table full of notebooks. The main attraction was a dais surroundedby three mirrors situated in front of the fitting area. Waylondecided to walk to the table of notebooks to keep him occupied whileMr. Gluskin finished up with his customer.
"Ouch!" came the female voice.
"You really must stand still while Iam pinning," admonished Mr. Gluskin.
"I have something you could pin,"was the answer, the suggestive tone having returned.
Waylon flipped through a notebook andsaw it was page after page of fabric samples for different types offabrics. Most of them looked white.
"There. You can return at the end ofthe week and I will have it finished," said Mr. Gluskin.
"I'll pick it up on say, Friday?Around five? Maybe you'd like to take me out to dinner afterwards,hmm?"
"Madam. That is the absolute lastthing I would ever want to do with you," was Mr. Gluskin's answer.Angry female noises followed and soon Mr. Gluskin appeared frombehind the curtain wearing a different blue vest with matching pants.His white button-up shirt was untucked slightly and a scowl was onhis handsome face. Angry blue eyes flashed up and landed on Waylon...
"Hey Mr. Gluskin. Sorry, I hope thisisn't a bad time," said Waylon, closing the notebook of differentshades of white silk he had been staring at bored.
"Ah, Mr. Park. No, you are right ontime. I am just finishing up with a sl...customer," said Mr.Gluskin, walking to the counter that held a ledger book, calculator,and locked money box. The guy really did not use a computer. Waylonfound that intriguing.
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On The Surface
FanfikceIt wasn't the nicest place for a new beginning, but Waylon was ready to start living his life for himself. If only everything at Mount Massive Shopping Complex wasn't so strange. Between his new romance to a man with a past, the discovery of new, ta...
