Finding Mr. Right

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning and realized that the sun was already up. Crap I was late for work. I looked in dads room but he wasn't in there. I then looked outside and saw that his truck was gone. He left without me. But why would he do that? I got my cellphone off of the charger and called the shop. Dad answered the phone and said, "Enjoy your day off sweetheart."

"Dad I'm coming in. I don't need a day off." I said to him trying to remain calm.

"I just thought it would be nice for you to have a day off. You have been working so hard lately." He said with sincerity in his voice.

"I appreciate you thinking I need a day off but I should make those decisions not you. I'm coming in end of discussion. Love you and see you in a little bit." And with that I hung up the phone just in case he tried to convince me to stay at home.

I got dressed and put my hair in a messy bun. I then called Rachel to see if she could give me a ride. My car needed a part that we still hadn't gotten in yet so I had no wheels. She said that it wouldn't be a problem to swing by and get me. She usually worked later hours at the salon so I knew I could depend on her. When she finally arrived I hopped in the car and we were off.

"So are mad that your dad gave you the day off? " She looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"No I'm just mad he didn't give me a choice in the matter. You would think that after all of these years he would learn his lesson. I'm not a little kid anymore and I can make my own decisions." I looked at her and shook my head.

"Well at least you have me to rescue you from a day filled with watching trash tv and eating way too much junk food." She slapped my arm and laughed.

I looked at her and stated laughing also. "Well now that you put it that way, I should have stayed home."

As I contemplated how nice having some time off would be we were vastly approaching the shop. I had almost forgotten that the new guy was starting today. I needed to be there to make sure he didn't screw anything up. Out of all the days that dad would have me take a day off it would be when the new guy was starting. This made me look like a princess. I didn't need him thinking that I couldn't handle my job. This was not the first impression I wanted to make with him. Dad would head about this. He just couldn't make those decisions for me. I would take time off when we weren't so busy. All hands needed to be on deck. Dad should know this better than anyone.

We pulled up to the shop and I gave Rachel a kiss on the cheek and big hug while thanking her like a million times for taking me to work and rescuing me from a boring day spent at home. She said that if I ever needed her to take me to work to just call because that's what best friends did.

I hopped out of the car and froze in my tracks. There stood the most gorgeous specimen I had ever seen in my whole entire life. He wasn't from around here because I would have remembered that face. I was so distracted by watching him that Rachel finally broke my concentration by saying, "Hey are you going to shut the door?" I looked back at her and said, "Sorry." She looked up and saw what had distracted me. She sat there for a minute and said. "Wow" I looked back at her with wide eyes and a huge smile on my face. God help me control myself from these thoughts that were in my head right now. I felt little butterflies in the pit of my stomach. This was something I had never experienced before. I don't know how I was suppose to work under these conditions. He was just too perfect to be real.

Dad could have told me he hired someone who was really good looking. Is this why he had me take the day off today so I wouldn't make a complete fool out of myself when I first saw him. I was really going to have a hard time concentrating today. He was a absolutely perfect in every way. There had to be something wrong with him. Nobody was 100% percent. But oh how I wished he was without a doubt the most perfect person for me. I knew that he wouldn't look at a plain Jane like me like the way I looked at him. Nobody but Ethan had ever shown any interest in me. And that wasn't saying much since he had like me for such a long time. He was probably only attracted to my personality and maybe not so much my looks. I couldn't compete with other girls in town who were much prettier and less tomboyish than me. But boy how I wished that he would find me half as attractive as I found him.