I shivered. Where is she? I can’t believe she’s late. Again. I’d been waiting out here freezing my butt off for the last half hour. By here, I mean Elevator Music, me and Angelina’s favorite CD shop. It was like a tradition to come here every Christmas to get gifts for family, friends and all that.
I growled under my breath as I scuffed the snowy pavement with the tip of my caramel-colored moccasin. Another cold breeze made me shiver. That’s it; I’m just going to wait in the shop. Why didn’t I think of that any earlier?
As I neared the store I noticed a laminated piece of paper stuck onto one of the panes of the shop display window.
Help Wanted
I grinned. I’d just hit the jackpot. Luckily for them, I just happen to be in need of a job. I mean, how could I pass up this opportunity? I mean, to work in a music store would be amazing for a music nut like me.
I was just about to go in when I heard a shrill voice call out my name. I winced at the incredibly high pitch and turned around. Angelina. Of course. She casually sauntered over in her white high heeled boots, white denim skirt and white faux fur jacket, tossing her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.
I swear every guy, regardless of relationship status, in a two mile radius swiveled their head around to look – no, stare – at her. She would have looked like an angel if it wasn’t for the hundreds (okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating slightly) of shopping bags slung over her slender wrists.
Nope, she still looked like an angel.
“Hey,” She smiled lazily.
“Hey? That’s all you say? You leave me waiting out in the cold for more than half an hour and that’s all you got. Not even a I’m so sorry, please forgive me?” I kept my voice low, so as to not attract attention.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry alright? Please forgive me, I just saw some really nice stuff that I just had to buy on the way,” She pleaded, her lower lip sticking out.
“Fine,” I grumbled, my anger melting away. I didn’t realize we were still standing by the door until a rowdy group of teenagers who looked like they were trying too hard to act cool bumped into me on their way out.
“Yay! Okay, let’s go in then,” She squealed, all bubbly again.
“Yeah, let’s,” We linked arms and as we strode into the store, I caught sight of our reflection. We looked like two different shades of colors, her with her all white get-up and blonde hair and me, with my earth-toned outfit, dark hair and eyes. As I pushed open the door, an unseen door chime tinkled, signaling our entrance.
I started telling Angelina about the sign in the window and how I wanted a job when I felt a presence behind me.
“Did I hear you say you want a job?” I heard a deep baritone voice ask.
“Umm, yeah but I don’t know if…” I trailed off. In front of me, stood a guy. A whole deal taller than me, probably about 6 foot 2, a long, lean body, amazingly sharp blue eyes hidden behind thick black framed glasses and jet black hair that just brushed his long dark brown eyelashes.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen hair that shade of black. There’s no way that’s his natural color. He smirked, and I realized I’d been staring at him for a good five minutes, blatantly checking him out.
“Hi, I’m Drew,” He said, smiling at me. Not us, but me. I nearly forgot about Angie. He had such a nice smile, which is always a plus in my book. Something about it made me feel at ease instantly. Or maybe it was the slight undertone of a British accent. I opened my mouth to reply but Angelina beat me to it.
