Molly...sixteen
by sloanranger
As I get close to the entrance I can see Freddy. The group is broken into two clusters and Freddy's standing with the group on the right.
Looks like about four men from the factory except now the cabbies are standing there, with them holding those baseball bats.
I'm glad too, because the other group consists of even more men and they're all big, tough- looking mugs.
I hear one of the tough mugs addressing the cabbies: "This ain't your fight, scram."
"Looks like it ain't yours neither, wise guy," Tommy says. "Where you guys from, anyway?"
"None of your business, now scram like I said." But the tough guy was nervous, I could tell - he kept looking at all those baseball bats every time he said something.
Freddy just had a surprised look 'cause he doesn't know where the cabbies came from. It melts my heart and before I know what I'm doing, I walk up to the group.
I'm not feeling particularly cute but I pretend like I am.
"What the heck," I say, "You guys getting up a game?"
(To be continued).
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Molly - @Serial
Romance@SERIAL, Nostalgia, Rom-Com : Molly is a little cutey from a gentler time - I think you're going to love her.
