Exchange / H.S

1 / The Receipt

KACEY'S POV

"24.82 is your change, would you like

the receipt in the bag?" I hear the man at the register say to the woman in front of me. His voice was deep, and raspy, it sounded like he could use a lozenge, or three.

"Next!" The man calls, and I step forward.

"May I please have 4 tea biscuits?" I ask with more sass than intended.

"Anything for you." He replies. I can't tell if he's serious or sarcastic. I search for emotion in his green eyes, and I can tell he was being truthful.

"Excuse me?" I scoff, taken aback by his forward attitude.

"You're just demanding that's all." He shrugs his shoulders as a smirk creeps onto his face.

"Just get the damned biscuits. " I mock, reading his name tag. 'Harry' It was kind of punny. He was exactly that- the pile of brown hair on the top of his head looked like a bush from the royal garden. He turns on his heel without a word, and I adjust the braid that sits lazily on my shoulder. I looked like a slob in sweatpants and an equally large sweatshirt.

HARRY'S POV

She looked like a goddess, in sweatpants and an equally large sweatshirt. I needed to see more of her no matter how much she despised me. As I went into the gloomy back of the bakery I just kept thinking of seeing her again, and again. Something about her was super badass, she had tattoos and piercings. She was everything that I'm not. There was no way that I would let her blue eyes search anyone else's like they did my eyes just before. I wanted her to be mine.

I grabbed 2 tea biscuits and 2 dinner rolls, getting her order wrong on purpose- This way she would have to come back.

"That'll be £4.00" I say, which reminded me I am still at work, and no matter how much I tamper with the system, I do have to make a profit.

She pulls out four singles and hands them in my direction.

"Receipt in the bag." She prompts, playing with her fingernails. They were long, black and they looked sharp. I could imagine those scratching my back and-

"Ehem." I hear her cough. Oh yeah.

I enter the bills into the cash register and print out a small piece of paper. Before handing her the copy she needs to sign, I jot my number and a small note on the customer copy and hand her the pen. She takes her sweet time scribbling an elaborate signature spelling out "Kacey Evans," before handing me back the pen and receipt.

Before I can say thank you, apologize or ask any questions about her as I was planning, She briskly stalks away, revealing a bleeding rose tattoo on the back of her neck.

KACEY'S POV

"Pam! Can you believe this?" I shout, telling my roommate what happened at the bakery. "All of his sweet shit and he got my order wrong." I roll my eyes. "4 tea biscuits is it THAT hard?"

"Don't act like you don't love dinner rolls.." She says absentmindedly.

"I'm bringing them back, he's not getting away with this, what does the receipt say?" I ask.

After about thirty seconds of her eyes searching the fine black print she looks up at me with an unreadable expression.

"Do you really wanna know?" She asks, a slight smile forming.

"What in the hell are you talking about?"

"It's a phone number and a note." She announces. "Call my number, and fill your hearts holes--Come back to the shop and you can return the dinner rolls."

A/N: Hey people (: My name is Natalie, and this is my first story, so if you like it so far & want me to publish Chapter two, vote, comment and tell your friends (:

Hope you love it -Natalie.xx

P.S hi jackie