Shiver

Chapter 3

January's POV
"What the hell are you doing?" I murmur under my breath, disgusted by Alex flirting not very well with Chelsea. I mean, I knew that Alex was the flirtatious type, but I didn't know he would flirt with every person at the restaurant before ten a.m.
"Hey January," Sally says, walking over and pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Hi Sally," I reply, my voice just a tad bit high. Crap. I really needed something else to think about for three years.
"January, you're blushing. Are you thinking about your heater?"
"Sally, you know perfectly well I haven't been warm since the spring of '87"
"You weren't even born in the spring of '87."
"Fine," I say, more then annoyed. "For your over specific ass, I haven't felt the sensation of being warm since the year right before the twentieth century which is known as the nineteenth century and ninety-nine years. There? Specific enough for you?"
"Geeesh, January," Sally defends, "No need to be so specific."
"You asked Sally. You asked."
"Fine," she snaps, walking away.
I take a deep breath, done dealing with people. Luckily for me, I have nine more hours working at a restaurant where, guess what, I get to deal with people. Lucky me!

*time skip brought to you by author, because I can!*

Five more minutes.
Five more minutes.
Five more minutes till I can go home.
It's almost seven o'clock, and then I can go home, put on comfortable clothes, and eat. If you haven't noticed, I'm excited.
I clean off the last table, and turn off the stove, hoping to avoid another fire. (That's another story for another time. Trust me, you don't want to know.)
I grab my bag, and check again, just to make absolutely sure, that all the ovens are off.
As I'm walking out, Alex stops me.
"January. Wait!"
"So close." I murmur, wishing I hadn't checked the ovens the second time. I turn, pasting a completely fake smile on my face.
"How may I help you Alex?"
"Well," he says in that way that makes you want to curl inside yourself. "I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me?"
"Uhm, Alex, don't you have a soulmate, and don't you flirt with every girl we work with every day?"
"No," he replies, "Well, I do flirt, but I don't have a soulmate and I also in no way feel warm around you. I would just like to have dinner as friends, as you are never out of your house with anyone. You are either here, or at home watching tv and eating."
"Ok Alex," I stop him so he can't talk anymore, "Your point?"
"My point, is that you never get out of your house, and I would like to have dinner with you. One hundred percent as friends. I promise. Do you accept?"
I think, wondering if I should allow Alex the amusement of my company for a night.
"Fine Alex, I'll have dinner with you. One hundred percent as friends."
"Really?" He asks, his voice getting just a tad bit high.
"Really." I respond, smiling to myself. "Now can I please go home and restore my energy before I have to have dinner with you?"
"Yes January, you can go home. I promise we'll have fun."
"We better," I respond, "or you owe me twenty dollars."
"Deal. You don't have fun, I'll give you twenty dollars."
"Bye Alex."
"Bye January!" He sings, practically dancing to his car.
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Are they really going out as friends? Are they having dinner "as friends?" The world may never know. Just kidding!! I have to come up with ideas before I can write. Hopefully this chapter was good. Please comment, and as always, vote. Thank you guys so much for reading! Ta-ta for now!!