The Bad and The British

Prologue

   I nearly jumped out of my skin when the cash register dinged, signifying the money drawer being opened.

   "Victoria, your falling behind on your job, missy. Get to work...now," my boss, Mr. Kirkshand, told me sternly. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

   I turned my attention back on the customers, watching them as they wandered around the little store. I was on the verge of wandering off into my thoughts again when I noticed someone new walk in. His curly mop of brown hair seemed quite familiar, though I could not place where it was last I saw him. I continued to watch him as he shuffled up to the desk in which I was sitting behind.

   "May I help you?" I asked cautiously, for, by the look on his face, he recognized me as well.

   "Yeah," he answered in a gruff voice. " Your name, if you mind."

   " Tori...if you must know."

   "Your full name, love."

   What!?

   "Victoria."

   "Lovely name, love."

   "My name is Victoria! Not love."

   " Tori! Are you raising your voice at a customer?!" Mr. Kirkshand yelled from the back.

   "No, Mr. Kirkshand!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes. Boy, I can't wait 'til my shift is over...which it will be in three...two...one!

   "Sorry, but it's time for me to go," I told the boy, who was still standing behind the register. He didn't move. "Do you mind?"

   "Oh, yes. I do mind."

   Ugh. Boys these days. I gathered my belongings, making sure to slip my card into the little slot saying I was out at six o' clock. I hurried around the counter and quickly crossed the room to the double glass doors. I only stopped suddenly when I noticed the boy following closely behind. I turned around and met his eyes with mine. They sparkled with amusement.

   "The name's Harry by the way," he said.

   I turned on my heels and stormed out of the store.

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