On Blue Days

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s y n o p s i s

❝cry me a bedtime story❞

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in which a girl going through a hardship is humored by a red haired boy.

E x c e r p t

"Why so glum, princess?" He asked, leaning his elbow on the counter.

I rolled my eyes and wrung up his items. "Twelve, eighty-five," I said, ignoring his question and shoving the bag to him.

He paid, swiping his credit card and punching in the numbers quietly. I felt his eyes on me as I approved the transaction. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"I want your number," he stated, his brown eyes studying my face like he was trying to look through a wet window. It was a deep and almost intimate moment.

I laughed, coldly, uncomfortable with the sudden hot air that seemed to swirl around us. "And I want a million dollars."

One of his ginger eyebrows arched up in my response. "If you don't give it to me, I'll report you to your manager for not pleasing your customers."

My face paled at that. If I was reported again for being rude, I would lose my job. I needed this money more than I needed air. Making up my mind hurriedly, I grabbed the nearest pen and yanked the boy's hand to me. He let out a shocked huff, which I paid no heed, and shifted his palm uncomfortably as I scribbled the numbers on it.

I released him and gave him the dirtiest glare I could muster. "There. Now you have my number."

He smirked, his pink lips stretching wide. "You won't regret it, I promise," with another taunting grin, he turned and waltzed out the door, the bag hanging off his arm.

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idek how this story is going to turn out . . . so . . .

dedicated to EatTheGrape i love you, girly.