Perfect Strangers

Chapter 2-Making Ends Meet

"Where the hell did everybody come from!?" Jasmine said
"Its twelve thirty Jasmine! What did you think would happen on Sunday?" Said Beck. Beck was a very large black woman. She was Jasmines best friend. Beck was like a momma hen. A party loving momma hen. She was from the south and that woman could cook anything.
"I keep forgetting all the old church people come here every Sunday." Jasmine said as she dropped the lifeless chunks of bird into the scalding hot oil. "We really deserve a break, you know. We put up with hell for a little bit of nothing."
Beck was putting something in the oven while making cherry pies for the busy day. "I know, kid. Its ridiculous."
"Yeah, and there's another customer now!" Jasmine sighed.
She approached this man standing tall in slacks and a black dress shirt. Which by the way was long sleeved and didn't make sense because it was summer. "Hi, my name is Jasmine. How can I help you today?" The buttons were silver with a black ring around them.
"My name is Oliver. Im here to speak with your boss Jerry. I made an offer to buy the store." Oliver said as he adjusted his glasses on his nose.
He was attractive. Tall. "Lord this man will be the death of me." "Okay, I'll have to call him. He went to make a bank drop." Said Jasmine as she walked away. "I'll be right back."
She turned and headed back towards the office for a phone. She heard him say something in the distance as she walked away. She dialed the number in a rush and got two wrong answers before she dialed the right one. "Jerry? Yeah this is Jasmine, I'm at the store and theres a guy here. He said he made an offer to buy the store." By then she was shaking. She could barely afford gas and a car payment to get back and forth to classes during the week let alone pay her student loans. She couldn't afford for this place to shut down.
"Oh, okay I'm on my way from the bank. Offer him something free. But please insist he stay." Jerry said as he hung up the phone. "Ill be right there."
"Jerry said he'd be right back. He's on his way here now. Would you like some brandy?"
He loosened his white tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. "Would I ever? It's been a rough week."
"Boy has it." She said as she poured him a glass.
"So tell me, where are you from? I haven't seen you around here before."
"Oh, I'm from Ireland. You couldn't tell by my accent?" He said.
And right about now is when Jerry showed up. He walked over and they both shook hands. "Nice to finally meet you Oliver."
Oliver looked into my eyes while shaking his hand. "Nice to finally meet you too."