7 Days

Leprechauns

My eyes fluttered when I felt movement underneath my arm. The moving thing squirmed around as I tightened my grip on it. Maybe it was that leprechaun I’d been hunting for the past 2 weeks, little devil’s been eating all my pork! I should steal his hat. But for the moment I just want to cuddle him…

“Georgi! What are you doing?” A familiar deep voice boomed from under my arm. I let out a high pitched scream and rolled off the side of my bed onto the floor. Kym’s head peeked over from the side of my bed with wide eyes.

“Uh, what are you doing in my room?” I retorted, motioning around for emphasis. He sat up and scanned the room, blushing deeply. I could hear him gasp and he scrambled to his feet.

“Oh, man! I’m sorry! I came back from the game and I was so tired I just stumbled in here I guess!”

I giggled and tied my hair up into a neat bun. “How was that game anyway? Any amazing moments?”

“You don’t care about the game! I want to know how your day went.” He groaned. I chuckled and situated myself back on my bed, before explaining to him the whole events of yesterday. By the time I had finished my interesting story, it was 1 o’clock in the afternoon and I needed to get ready for another day.

Kym went to do whatever boys do at lunch time, probably drink beer and watch football, while I changed into my white blouse and olive pencil skirt for work. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, applied my make-up and put on my shoes. Then I was ready to face another day in hell.

Kym was doing exactly what I had predicted when I went out to say goodbye to him. He had a can of VB in his right hand, TV remote in his left. I pecked him on the cheek and bolted out the door. It clicked shut behind me and I started out to the curb to wait for another cab to pass by.

Lucky for me this was a main road. I jumped in the cab and fiddled with the strap on my bag as the driver sped off. I remembered yesterday and the freaky stalker person. I hope he didn’t make a habit out of being an annoying dude. And undoing my apron…

I had to admit that accent was awesome though. Now that I think about it, it sounds real Scotland/Ireland like. I like shamrocks!

I exited the taxi and swayed to the door, embracing the sound of the tinkly bells when I entered. I looked over at the cash register to Iris who was glaring at thin air. I subtly noticed that there was only one person in the shop at the moment.

“Hey bestie!” I called over at Iris. Her head snapped in my direction and she immediately smiled.

“Hey, girl! Go get your stuff and come out. You don’t mind working a tiny bit early? There’s only one person anyway…”

I accepted and tied up my apron, sneaking glances over my back every half a second or so, just in case. Then I came back out and trudged over to the Smoker Boy from yesterday, probably frowning of scowling or some bad emotion.

“Hello there, Gorgeous! Come to take my order this fine afternoon?” He inquired. I nodded whipped out my notepad that was already in my hand. “Same as yesterday, if you can remember.” He challenged, sending me a wink. I felt heat rise up my neck as he smiled at me and I had no idea why, so instead of delving on that subject, I turned around.

“Wait!” He halted me half way across the room. I rolled my eyes and spun around. “Get one for yourself, too! Why not have a chat? This place is rather empty today.” He offered. I narrowed my eyes to slits and half covered my face with the book. He laughed at me before making a pouty face, and he seriously didn’t seem dangerous. What’s the harm? It was pretty damn empty here. I sighed, nodded, and went back to hang up the order, adding on a cappuccino below the caramel latte.