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So, I walked in the store yesterday, to Jim making calls to the costumers who had book requests come in this last week. The very moment he noticed me, his face turned into this huge corny grin. He looked like he was up to trouble. "Find a hot date at a Halloween party Jim? You look especially cheerful today."
"I'm sixty five years old. I'm too old for a hot date. Though there was a young gal sitting alone and depressed looking at the bar last night. I felt bad for her. She looked as if she had been crying. Thought maybe a nice gesture would make her feel better. But when I tried to buy her a drink to cheer her up, she called me a pervert and stomped off."
"So much for that idea, eh?" I giggled. "Hey listen, I know I'm not scheduled to work today, but do you mind if I stick around for a while? Just for the company, not for the hours."
"Does this have anything to do with the young fellow that came in this morning leaving you this?"
"No, I just..." Jim reached under the counter, pulled out a white envelope and set it down in front of me. He tapped it, winked, and then turned around to continue with the requests. "Wait, Jim, what young fellow? Did he say anything?" I quickly grabbed the envelope and plopped down in the nearest chair. My stomach did that weird thing it does whenever he comes in. I knew without a doubt that the envelope was from him. My face started heating up as I looked at it then back over to Jim.
"Nope. Just asked if I minded giving something to the girl who was working here the day before for him."
I starred at him, waiting for him to tell me something more. As if I was waiting for him to tell me what was in the letter, even though I could open it and look myself. "That's it? He didn't say anything else?"
"All he said. Then gave me that there letter, thanked me, and walked out the door." He nodded his head at the letter. "Gonna open it?"
"No. I mean yes. I mean...no." I tore it open and pulled out the perfectly creased piece of paper folded inside." I frowned immediately.
"Not what you were expecting?"
"All it says is, Avenue Cafe 1:00PM. Today'" I read the single line over and over. His hand writing was beautiful. Every guy I've ever known has had hand writing I had to study in order to figure out what it said. But he had the note centered perfectly in the middle of the page, written in perfect cursive...
He probably had his mother write it for him.
"You don't look very happy. Most girls are thrilled when a good look'n guy asks them out."
"Right, but I don't even know his name. He didn't sign it or anything."
"Gonna go?"
"Are you kidding?... No!" I looked at him like he was crazy, shot up from my chair, grabbed my book from next to the register, and headed for the door.
"Where you going? I thought you were going to stick around for a while..." He pretended to look disappointed.
"I need coffee."
"I hear the Avenue Cafe has good coffee." He chuckled.
"I'm not going to the Avenue Cafe" I pushed the door open and headed out. Jim hollered at me before it closed again behind me.
"Let me know how it goes!"
 DearKoyangi · Mon Nov 03, 2008 @ 03:02pm · 1 Comments |
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