Marcus

Marcus' beginning.

It’s a casual day, I’m growing tired of this repetitiveness. I get ready for work at 6:00 and shower at 5:45. I do my hair in the usual ponytail at the back of my head. My long brown hair was usually a mess, so this was the best my boss will get. Especially since it’ll just get dirty if I leave it down. I wash my face and shave my growing beard.

By 6:15 I’m out of the house and in my beautiful blue truck. I, of course, named her Ray, which stands for Ray of Sunshine.

As drive I listen to the local stations, humming and tapping my fingers to the cheesy country tunes.

I pull into the parking lot of my job, Quick Fix, and park in the very back. The door slams loudly as my arms find their way into my work jacket.

The air is crisp December air with the strong scent of gas in the air, my favorite smell. I swing open the front door, hearing the cute little bell ding as it opened.

“Mornin’ Marc,” my boss’ son Sam welcomed me, as usual.

“Morning Sammy,” I wave my hand at the 18-year-old. I’m exactly two years older than the kid, and he still feels like my own kid. I take him everywhere with me when it’s work business. We don’t usually hang out unless it’s for the shop. Nevertheless, he’s one of my favorite coworkers.

“Pop says there’s a new shop opening, you heard?’

“Yeah, I think it’s called Super Store,” I responded. “I saw an ad online for it, apparently they already have enough workers to open, they just need to finish the building.”

“That’s so crazy,” his eyes widened, “you think there’s gonna be cute girls?”

I laughed loudly, “No, dude. This is a small town, the only girls are the ones we know.”

He sighed loudly and continued typing at his computer. I figured that was my sign to go find something to do with myself. Walking away towards the garage, The door opened with a loud squeak. Sheesh we need to oil those hinges. I walked over to the far side of the garage, finding my tools exactly how I left them.

***

After my shift ended I cleaned up the many oil spills and headed to the front desk. I greeted Sam and told him the things I did as I clocked out on the shops tablet.

“You remember what we were talkin’ about earlier?” He asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” I said, unaware of where this conversation was going.

“Well, the store is opening Monday,” he smirked, “And there’s a new girl movin’ in town. She’s the owner, and she’s hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh! But, she’s supposedly a dancer,” he paused, “and selfish.”

I sighed, of course, this beautiful girl is selfish. But, a dancer? She sounds just like what my mother was like. A beautiful, selfish girl who strives for what she wants.

She’s perfect.

Author's Note

ignore grammar mistakes.