Two

I looked down another time at my map but kept walking. Somehow between looking down and looking up I bumped into a person I had not seen in three days. 

"Megan! You're here!" were the first words that came out of its mouth. 

I sighed. "Sadly, Hazel, yes."

"Great! So, where are you headed?" Hazel asked.

I let out another sigh then scratch the back of my head. "Um, Scooter's? Coffehouse."

"Oh! Good, good. Well I mustn't keep you."

Oh, God I wish you would, I thought but decided to still walk forward to dodge the humiliation that came with talking to Hazel Bamford. 

I kept looking up and down from my map to the street addresses passing me. 

"Just my luck! It's 6 o'clock!"

"Planning on coming in?" asked a man closing up the door of the coffeehouse about twenty-three years of age. "'Cause I can make up a cup before I head home."

"Nah. I was lookin' for a job. But I can come back tomorrow at maybe around 5:30."

"No can do, Miss. Tomorrow's Sunday. Closing time's at two."

"Oh." I thought a minute. "Do you know when I can come in?"

"Uh...boss man says I have to close up now, but I could give you an interview right now in the parking lot?"

"Uh...sure! That'd me great." I said sarcastically. 

"Haha. Okay. Let's see. How am I supposed to do this? Ah! Hello, Miss..."

"Megan. Hammond."

"Okay. Ah, Miss Hammond! Will you please step into my office."

I laughed at the jester. He extended one hand to me, and the other to the front step of the coffee house.

"Of course," I jokingly said as I lifted up my imaginary skirt and sat down on the curb. He sat down right beside me.

"Okay, so. First question: How hot do you look in an apron."

I thought a moment. "Pretty hot."

"Good! You're off to a great start! At this rate, you might start by Tuesday! Second question: How much do you like coffee?"

His charm overwhelmed and all the words flowed out like bubblegum. "A lot. A drink it every day."

"Perfect!" He extended his arms out as if to give me a hug, and I almost leaned in to give him one back, but I knew that would be unprofessional. "Third question: Do you have a criminal record? Like stealing or something?"

"No, I don't think so. But I did steal someone's heart in high school once!"

The man laughed a bit. "I think I can deal with that. Well, let's see. Last question: How good of a kisser are good?"

"I don't know, you tell me." I leaned in for the best kiss I had ever had in my life.

"When can you start?"

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[Kelsey Desmond]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IGNORE GRAMMAR!!!

I just needed to publish it. It was just sitting there unpublished on the screen! I didn't feel like editing it...

But I promise I'll edit it later!