Hazel stood before the TV, a look of disgust plastered on her face. She shook her head and walked away, leaving the lounge room and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and began searching through it, trying to find something remotely appetizing.
It had been a week since she had been laid off from her job, since then, she’d been searching for a job and surviving from her previous pay check.
“GOD!” Hazel muttered, looking up as if to find Morgan Freeman above her, “Why the hell does this have to happen to me?”
She sighed and looked back into her fridge, only finding carton of milk and eggs. She had spices in the cabinet but she wasn’t going to make an omelet. No, that was for the morning.
She glared at her little amount of food, and shut the fridge door, heading back to her TV lounge. She sat down and saw the news report of the dead scientist was still going on. She felt sick to her stomach and began flipping through the channels to find something nice.
Finally, after deciding nothing was worth watching and there was nothing at home to eat, she decided to call up a friend. At least then she’d get free food and if she didn’t enjoy her time, she could make an excuse up about an interview or something.
She got up from her couch and wore her coat, calling up her friend. The phone rang few times before the call was answered with a deep male voice, “Hello?”
“Hey, Ray,” Hazel smiled, walking down the cold New York atmosphere.
“Uh, hey, Hazel,” Ray replied, “How are you?”
“Not bad,” Hazel sighed, “Still looking for a job, you know. But enough about me, how about you?”
“Oh, I’m doing fine. My sister just graduated,” the male spoke. Hazel wanted to roll her eyes; she really didn’t care about how Ray was doing. All she was doing was warming him up before to ask him for lunch and since she was aware of his teensy crush on her, she knew he would pay just to seem like a man.
It was her method of free food and somehow it would always work. Best part was, he never realized that Hazel really didn’t seem him more than an acquaintance. After a bit more chit-chat, Hazel ended the call telling Ray to meet her up at the café on 3rd Street.
Hazel sighed, it would take an approximate of twenty minutes for Ray to come over so she has time to waste. She looked around and spotted the local bookstore. Contemplating whether she should enter the book store or head to the café early.
She shrugged her shoulders and decided that she might as well enter the bookstore. She could learn a thing or two in there. Maybe she’d learn a bit more about her next task if she wanted to.
Hazel let out a laugh as she thought of her next task. She entered the store and browsed, not really having a real objective to it. She passed by the dozens of books, feeling the binds to it as she walked by.
She passed by shelves and aisle as she went by, searching for something interesting.
As she walked through the aisle between the ‘romance’ and ‘teen fiction,’ she felt a tap on her shoulder. She tensed, turning around in a calm yet defensive position.
“Uh, you dropped this,” the boy- no, man said. Hazel looked down to what the man was holding, she frowned it was her cell phone. She brought her hands up and began patting her pockets, she was sure it was in there a second ago.
