Taken (h.s.) **EDITING**

Taken: Ch. 1

First Draft. Will be changed. Once so,  the following chapters will not make sense nor correspond with this chapter. You will be alerted when each chapter is redone.

[Thursday, 8:56 p.m.]

"Maya, can you close up for me?" my co-worker, Keaton, begged.

"Okay, sure, Keat." Ugh, I'm such a pushover. I hate closing up, stubborn customers not wanting to leave. And the worst part is, if we're open too long, the mall will fine the cashier on duty. Out of their paycheque.

Sigh. So much for "No McDonalds" tonight. Or this week.

I worked at a low-rate grocery store that helps the outdoor mall have a 'failure' so they don't have to pay as much taxes, and make millions.

The bell over the door jingled, and another customer walks in.

"Sorry, we're closed--" I stopped mid-letter as I turned, seeing his face. It's like his features couldn't decide between cute and handsome, a single dimple accenting his smile, his brown hair tousled into a style that I've never seen before.

My focus zoomed out a bit, and I saw that not only was he handsome, but he also had a *echerm* perfect *cough* body.

He smiled, mesmerizing me. "I'm sorry. You really should change the sign." His husky voice was... flawless.

Wait, what? Flawless? Did I really just think that?

I snapped out of it and said simply, "It's turned off." He looked away, embarrassed. I was unable to tell whether it was a facade or not.

He turned back to look at me. "Okay, you got me," he said, making grin. Yes, like an idiot. Of course.

So we stood there, smiling at each other, while an elderly woman *cough cough wrinkles* wobbled up to my cash register, holding a single apple, tea leaves, and a carton of cream. I gave him an apologetic look, then turned towards her.

"'Scuse me, young lady, but could you ring this through for me?" She said in her old lady voice.

"Sure, Ma'am," I said as politely as I could, just as the street lights outside flickered on. They startled me slightly.

I rung through the cream first, and it popped up as $3.79.

"Heyy, that price is wrong!" she said oldlike.

"Uh, Ma'am, it says right here on the package, '$3.79'. The price isn't wrong."

"Oh, but it is! It's supposed to be $1.46!"

"I'm 'fraid not, Ma'am." She continued insisting that the price of the cream was wrong. Glancing at my fake silver watch, I saw that it was 8:59, and, as I said, the strip mall closes at 9 o'clock sharp.

Shit.

"Ma'am, this price is correct," said a deep, husky voice behind me.

"Oh, of course. Silly me. Always thinking strange." I rung through her other items and she leaves without any more fuss. What the hell? Befuddled, I turned to face to *uh* perfect *cough* guy and spoke.

"How in the hell did you do that?"

He smirked, "Practice," as if I would understand what he meant by that. Uh, no.

I begun to say, "You should probably leave," but barely get past "you", because he started to say something too. In his deep... beautiful... British accent.... Ah, God.

"Go ahead," he offered politely. Awww!

"No, it's fine, you go ahead." Shit. I probably sounded like a blithering idiot.

He smiled, looking down. "Uhm, okay. Uh, would you-" his green eyes glanced up at me "-would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"I... I don't even know your name."

"Harry."

"Fine. Where and when?"

Harry grinned, triumphant. "Right now. And... it's a surprise." And so, once I locked up, he led me from the store and into the night.

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A/N: Hey guys, so I'm trying to write more than just 'Howler'. Tell me what you guys think!

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