chapter 2
I headed to work the following morning not knowing what to expect from Harry. I glided into the nearest parking spot in front of First National Bank. I shut down the engine and normally opened the driver side door.
|| flashback ||
"Are you sure that you don't need any further help, Mr. Casaway?" I questioned my customer seeking to withdraw $150 from his bank account.
"No, I think I can handle it from here," he responded in kind of a sarcastic tone.
"Come again!"
He made his way out of the exit as a kind, man about my age happily held the door open for him. Honestly, the first thing that come to my mind was that I wanted to bang his brains out and my infatuation for him rapidly grew as he approached my desk. He had dreamy green eyes and a devilish grin. His chocolate hair suited him perfectly and he wore a button down with a blazer over top.
"Do you happen to know where I can find, Mrs. Haveth?" he pondered. It took me a second to realize that he was speaking to me even through he directly faced me from across the counter and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Oh! Yes , right down the carpeted path and to the left into that transparent cube of a thing." I had desperately hoped that I wasn't blushing.
"Thank you...." he lingered on waiting for me to state my name.
"Oh, it's Abigail," I answered.
At that, he trailed down my specific directions in hopes to find Mrs. Haveth, my boss and the manager of the bank. I straightened up my workspace and continued along with my previous work which was always interrupted with continuous customers. I let this new customer leak into my thoughts. I seen him tugging at my shirt and vigorously biting his lip.
Around 15 or so minutes later, the same boy that had just intruded my thoughts barged out of Mrs. Haveth's office with her trailing behind him. They stood in the center of me and my co workers work space and Mrs. Haveth announced, "Meet your new co worker! "
"Hi, I'm Harry," he introduced.
end of flashback
My heels clicked against the pavement as I cautiously made my way up to the front door. I swung open both glass doors and into the bank. I kept my head down as I walked all the way over to my section of the counter. I settled in my wheel chair and just barely glanced up at the noise approaching. It was Harry.
