Moving Forward

-Eight-

Sarah's P.O.V.

I reach the counter and see that Jerry has his back facing me, so I took the opportunity to lean on the counter with my elbow and place my hand on my cheek, then with a raspy attempt at a husky voice, I spoke. "Hey."

After I spoke, it feels as if an unnoticed jazz music stops.

Jerry pauses for a moment, before smirking as he turns around to face me. The noticed jazz music starts up again."Hello," he starts with that smooth like jazz kind of voice. "What else would you like to order?

"Your number."

"What?"

"I said I wanted a Macadamia cookie, sir"

"Ah, my bad, let me get that for you." And with that, he goes to the side and opens the cookie rack.

I reach towards my pocket to get the money only to get stopped. "It's uh, it's on the house. " 

"What? How am I going to get it now..." I sad feigned sadness.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't climb houses."

It's quiet for a moment as I watched this man go from confusion to realization in a blink of an eye and he starts with a giggle to a full-on laugh.

"Oh man," He starts and he wipes a tear from his eye. "That was good, that made my day."

Yep, this is the one, mama always told me 'If they laugh at your jokes, they're a keeper.' Then again she's divorced so...

"Well, here you go." He holds a bag out towards me, unaware that he just took me out of my thoughts. 

"Why thank you...... Say are you sure they're on the house? I could pay."

"Yep! So you better start climbing." He finished with a playful look.

"Yes sir." I snickered, grabbing the bag and walking towards my booth.

"After all, you did overpay me..."He whispered watching her go.

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"Eve!" 

"Gah! Sarah you're going to kill me one day you know?"

"Yes I know, I'll make sure to wear all black, shades, and an umbrella to make it look like you lived a mysterious life."

"Thanks, hon, appreciate ya."

"Love you too," I swear I saw her flinch a little. "Anyways that isn't the point! I got your cookie." I throw the bag at her to which she reached for quickly, almost dropping it, but catches it in the end.

"You sure it's just 'a' cookie?" Evelyn says while feeling the bag before opening it.

"What do you mean Eve?" I see her face turn from surprise into a grimace for a split second, then smirking as she pulls out 3 cookies.

"What!?" I slam the table with my jaw dropping, which Evelyn responded by cutting a cookie in half and putting it in my mouth, closing it.

"It seems that's not all..." She pops the other half to her own mouth and she shows me the back of the bag.

Hey, I noticed you were nervous so I decided to write my number down.

               P.s Yes that means I heard you ;)  

                   P.s.s  Can't wait to see our friendship blossom to something beautiful!

-J.J

"Heh, it already has..." I feel my face go red as I stare fondly at the paper.