Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 04

A worker's life wasn't as hard as I thought: I started work at nine am and at around midday I had an hour to have lunch or do what I wanted. I always chose going with Liz to the staff room to have a long nonsensical chat until our break was over, cuz we knew that Mr. Deluca (we had to call him like that at work cuz the rest of the employees thought he made differences with us) didn't like seeing us laugh and chat about stupid things as we were working.

 He always said that the we had to be polite and well mannered as we surely wouldn't like it if we went to the supermarket to buy crackers and the cashier didn't have a smile on their face.

 "Perhaps they think we're stupid or something..." Liz complained every time her dad wasn't around "I wouldn't mind going to the grocery's and seeing that Oliver Reynolds is serious... as long as I see him" she added and winked her eye at me.

 We tried to be sitting near the other so that whilst a customer left and the other one came we could chat about nonsense once more. Greta visited us as often as she could because she would soon leave to Uni and we wouldn't see the other every day as we had been doing for the past ten years.

 "I'm going to miss you loads bitches" she said one afternoon she was feeling depressed "Or I could start working here too and bye bye uni!"

 "No silly" I told her and smacked her arm "You go to uni and meet loads of hot guys... then you introduce them to us!"

 "Try to get me a tall guy with short brown hair and blue eyes" Liz said "Like Howard"

 "Howard who?" both Gre and I asked at the same time.

 "Donald... from TT" she said rolling her eyes as if we were silly or something.

 "You like Howard now?" Gre inquired loudly

 "Last week you liked Robbie!" I added and Gre nodded.

 "Yeah, but now I like Dougie best" she said rolling her eyes again but romantically doing so this time "He's got such a body... and he moves just---"

 "I better get a mop 'ere before Mr. Deluca tells me off for the dribble on the floor" I said laughing and off I went to do so.

 How much I loved my new life! Well, of course that I missed mum's meals and fighting with Enrique over the TV but I really missed them... Not dad. How could I miss him shouting at me every single time he saw me? Not only one thing I did was alright for him... he always found a mistake in what I said, what I did... He just bored and pissed me!

 "Oh... sorry" a short guy said when I bumped into him as I was looking at the floor when I walked to get the mop. Yeah, that's a kinda sick habit I have, I admit it but I have always walked looking at the floor... just to watch my step?

 As soon as this guy excused himself for bumping into me and before I could see him, he turned round as if he wanted to see if someone was following him or not. His hair was of a shiny light brown and he was really thin.

 "Tis okay" I replied carelessly "You need anything?"

 "Yeah... I mean... no" he said and I caught his accent on the spot: he was a Briton!

"You sure? You seem you're lost or something..." I insisted now willing really hard to see the face of this British guy that was standing right in front of me "And it'd be weird if you got lost in this store cuz let's face it... there aren't many halls and---"

 "I'm all right, really" he said reaching out to put his hand on my arm as if he wanted to say 'you've talked enough already love, will you shut up now?'.

 And that was the moment in which his green eyes met mine and I instantly felt a hot blush covering my face as my ears boiled.

 "Aaaaah---" I tried to speak but unfortunately I couldn't so I ended up looking like an idiot "You---"