Shy

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Placing the name tag over the pastel purple t-shirt Charlie made us wear, I walked up to the cashier station next to Dean. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"I've been thinking about this all night," Dean suddenly spoke, "that you and I should go to a club tonight." 

I looked out the window observing all the morning people walking past the parlor maybe rushing to get to their jobs. I looked back at Dean curiously. "Why should we go to a club tonight?" 

"So I can see the drunk side of you?" He shrugged his shudders, smiling. 

"You're really weird." I muttered, shaking my head. 

"I know. But then again what's a world with normal people? Boring as shit!" He laughed and patted my head. Dean went to the office to mess around with the play list tracks that were currently blaring out the speakers at a low volume. 

Rap music began blaring out the speakers. Dean danced around the parlor to get the morning started. "Now will you dance with me? You refused last time and I think you promised to dance with me next time?"

"Not this type of music." I laughed. 

"Then what kind of music?" He asked, hips still moving to the fast rhythm of the song.

"How about rap meets indie?" I pulled out my phone and played a song that was remixed on 8 tracks. Dean shut the play list for a while and listened to the song. 

"Well this is different," Dean started at the phone. "It's weird because they actually sound really good together." Dean smirked as he grabbed my hand and began to dance to the song. A few people outside glanced through the windows watching us. 

It was weird dancing with him. 

He might think he knows how to dance, but he really doesn't.

Surprisingly, Charlie entered the parlor. She placed her bag on a random table. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes to drop my daughter at school, but I came by to ask if you're doing alright, Summer." 

I released Dean's hands, nodding. "I think I miss my mom back home so I lost it a bit, but I'm alright now." I sent her a small smile. 

She smiled back understanding my reasons. On the other hand, she looked over at Dean with a grin on her lips. "I understand that the parlor is slow in the mornings, but you can't have too much fun in the parlor, Dean. Understand?" 

"Of course." He nodded. His hands were hidden behind his back while he smiled innocently. 

"Okay!" She clapped her hands together, "Just came by to check up on you. I'm going to go check up on the others, and I'll be on my way out." 

Charlie walked to the back of the parlor. One of the reasons why I liked working here was the instant connection she makes with her workers. If there is a problem, she'll be here in a quick snap to fix it. She makes sure everyone is connected in order to keep her business running smoothly. 

Dean leaned over my shoulders. "So about our plans for tonight." He whispered. 

"What plans?" I asked. 

"The one where we go to the most expensive, yet most known club here in California!" Dean slid over the cashier counter. 

"I'm eighteen, and you're twenty three, right?" Dean shrugged his shoulders. 

"Yeah, but you're legal now." We both laughed for a minute. 

The first customer walked in the parlor holding a warm cup of coffee in his hand. Dean took his order, entering the amount he needed to pay along with a scribble of his order on a note pad. I passed over the iced water he ordered and a few napkins.