A Dead Letter

Chapter 5: Merry Christmas and a Happy Colt Year

CHAPTER FIVE:
Merry Christmas and a Happy Colt Year

Barista Café
Harriden City

At the end of Merry's shift she rushed at the lockers. Some waitresses and waiters who were about to begin on their shift keep on entering the back door. But to all that Merry cared about the people around her, she violently pressed her locker's pass and opened it. Everyone looked at her at first, but they decided not to mingle with her problem, which was a good choice. She's not really that nice when she's pissed. But it was different to her friend, Colt.

'Argh! I hate him!' She screamed as she slammed to close it, then leaned on the cold metallic locker.

Colt jolted at the banging sound it produced. 'What happened? Why do you sound like an angry pirate?' He asked.

'Why?' Merry looked at him with disbelief. 'He's so arrogant and rude.'

He looked at her in confusion. 'Who?' Colt asked, then his brows crumpled.

Merry rolled her eyes as she was reminded of Warren's stupid face.'Who else would it be, Colt? The customer who asked for a delivery.'

Colt nodded. 'That's what you get in getting my post in deliveries, Merriana Faye Weaver.' He commented.

'Whatever, Christian Bolt Watson! Goodness! Ugh. Your name is awful.' Merry said with disgust on her face.

'And your nickname is awful. Merry Christmas! Ho! Ho! Ho!' Colt greeted as if it was Christmas while imitating Santa Claus's voice.

'You're the most despicable Santa ever.' She said as she crossed her arms.

Yielding at making fun of Colt's name, she didn't speak again. Colt only laughed at her while she looked uninterested. They walked out together towards the back door.

'Anyway, I thought you're used to those kinds of customers.' He asked as he walked towards his motorcycle.

'I am, but his attitude is at a different level. I've never met a guy that rude before.'

'So it's a guy.' He said in confirmation.

'Yeah, he is a guy.'

Colt smirked at her. 'Is this the beginning of a love story?'

'Hell no!' Merry said in her disgust. 'That guy and me is a "cannot be".'

Colt shrugged. 'That's what they all say at first.'

Merry's eyes widened at the tire of her bicycle. It made her massage her temples. Colt kicked start his motorcycle, then glanced at Merry who now looking problematic.

'What's wrong?' Colt asked.

'The tires.' Merry sighed. 'They're flat.' She simply said.

'Hop on.' He said as he gestured his head towards the vacant seat behind him. 'I'll give you a ride. I have nothing to do this afternoon.'

'You sure?'

Colt nodded as he handed her a white helmet.

'What about my bike?' Merry complained.

'I'll take care of that for you. You have another part-time job after this, right?'

'How much will I pay for-'

'Shush!' Colt hushed, cutting her out. 'Stop talking about money. I'm your friend. Did I ever ask you to pay? But going out with me to a bar would do.' He smirked.