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Harry's POV.
The girl in front of me finish talking to the phone and eventually gives me a bit of her precious attention. Note the sarcasm.
''So boy. You told me you were looking for a job? You're lucky because we actually have something, we need someone who reorganize the various sections of the upper part, plus the man who was working here, was a lazy ass and I guess you will have a lot of work to do. I hope you like books, because I'm so desperate that I'm going to say, yes you have the job.'' She smiles, her eyes taking in my figure as I'm some kind of cute poppy she wants to eat by kisses, I scratch the nope of my neck and look around a bit embarrassed.
''Yeah, I do like them. I...used to come here quite often'' she becomes a bit more interested and plays with the end of her hair, twisting it playfully, chewing her gum nosily, I try to distract myself because staring is not nice at all, but she really makes it dance inside her mouth, pretty disgusting.
''Why did you stop?'' her fairy feet take a step closer and I dart my attention to her face again. Why did I stop, she asked? Well... where do I begin? Oh yes, it's not your fucking business.
''Just busy with school...my girlfriend'' I politely make her know I'm not interested in order to avoid misunderstandings but I don't think she gets the hint actually but, whatever.
''Oh I see, well I show you around so you can let your hair down'' she playfully remarks and I touch my head, my hair are fine. She glances at me and bursts into a loud laughter that pierce my ears. Fucking annoying. And fake.
'' Sorry, it was another way to say, so you can feel at home with the environment'' I blush and follow her like a poppy.
She makes me sign a contract, she shows me around, and let me on my own to go take care of god knows what. She reminds me of a black widow, is it something bad right? I fucking hate spiders.
I arrange and set everything in place, but the man that worked here before me really did a huge mess, most of the books in the romance sections, are fantasy, which go downstairs near the horrors. I don't mind, I like working with books, I love feeling them under my fingers and imagine what could hide behind them.
By the dinner time, I've almost finished but Cassandra say I can go home, which I don't let her repeat it twice since I can't want to go losing myself inside Grace's arms, feeling her scent all around me.
I feel tired and satisfy, finally everything is going back to place.
When I arrived at Lee's, the place is quite filled with people and I have a bit of trouble to reach the counter where Grace will be serving customers. Lee did a favour to this place giving her that job, at least there will always be something to keep her away from perverts.
