Stole My Heart In Greece

Chapter 8 : The Irish Pub

edited

-one month later-

Kate POV

I stepped into the shop attached to the house. The windows were boarded up and the shelves were empty. I felt a tear dropping from my eye. I was supposed to have my own business. But because of my stupid promiscuous way of getting over Christos, I ruined that. Not only did I ruin it for myself, I ruined it for Amber and Josh too. They no longer had a job. Fair enough Josh came from England loaded as he came from a rich family, but Amber came here with nothing. Just hope. She had spent a whole month scowering Rhodes for a job. Last week, she came to me and told me she'd gotten a job at the bar I met Miguel in. When we were drunk. I told her to just ask for one at the coffee shop, but for some reason she was trying to avoid Andrew. 

I ran out of the shop and back into the living room. Amber was at work, night shift. It was Friday night, it was going to be busy for her. It was usually wild there on Fridays. The boss gave her a list of basic Greek words. She would only really need to recognise the names of the drinks, she was definitely not gonna flirt with anyone. She would never do that anyway. Besides, it was an irish pub, most of the people would have been British tourists anyway. 

I lounged on the sofa, scooping the fruit out of half a kiwi. My favourite type of fruit. I switched on the TV and put on the news. Ugh, the same stories as the day before were on, boring. I switched it off and started fiddling on temple run on my phone.

After around 10 minutes, I heard a knock on the door. Weird. I wasn't not expecting anyone? Amber had her own set of keys, so did Andrew and Josh. I put my plate on the coffee table and walked slowly towards the door. Impatiently, they knocked again. I ran to the door and opened it. A police officer held a very familiar person. A person I despised after everything they did to me last month. It was Miguel.

"Oh, has he finally come to pay for the damages?" I snorted, cockily. The officer smiled weakly.

"May we come in?" She asked in a very Greek accent. I nodded and lead them inside to the table, closing the door behind me.

"Tea?" I asked. They shook their heads. I sat infront of them. Miguel didn't look amused and the officer pulled another smile of sympathy. "So, why is he here if he's not going to pay for crushing my dream?" I asked.

"He's broke. He quit his job before you met and went out on a drunk night to celebrate. There is no way he can pay without putting himself in debt." She explaines. I sighed and took a sip out of my mug. "But, we did manage to come up with a way to meet in the middle," She starts. I raised my eyebrow. "You're planning on eventually rebuilding the shop right?" She asked.

"Well, I was actually planning on selling it. He stole all the money out of my cash register so I don't have enough money for materials. I'm living off my housemate's wages until I pluck up the courage to find a job of my own. Which I don't." I answered. "But if I did have the option to rebuild, I would. But I can't because someone doesn't have enough money to pay for the damages." I glared at Miguel and took another sip out of my mug.

"Well Miguel. What are you going to do?" She asked, nudging him. He sighed and glared at me.

"My old job, I was a handy man. DIY is my thing. If I help rebuild the shop, free of cost, will you drop the charges against me?" He asked. My eyes widened. This was a good offer, but how could I trust him?

"Why did you quit?" I asked, curious. There was obviously something behind this. He was probably a very bad handy man. 

"My friends pressured me into it. I was too busy with my job to spend time with them." He explaines, sighing. Oh. Typical. Peer pressure. Where've I heard that before? Oh yes. Christos pressured me into quitting my job to persue my dream. Look at where that led me to?