Tap tap tapI'm drumming my fingertips against the bookstore counter top, thinking of ways to make Ace Abbots life miserable.
Do I have him carry a box of textbooks that would break any weightlifter's back? Or maybe I have him try and figure out why the sink never stops dripping.
Or- I could have him count inventory.
So far I've had him shelve an entire shelf's worth of books. It's boring work, but something tells me it's preferable over serving McRibs. I roll my eyes.
Right now, he's clearing off a shelf of clearance items. Occasionally, he will sneeze and I know he's grabbed a dusty cookbook that no one cares to buy.
Goofball.
I tap my fingers once more, hearing the store's bell jingle at the door.
"Hi! How can I help you?" I call.
A man, he's wearing a black shirt and zip-up joggers, enters. He's wearing a toboggan on his very round head. He looks to be about 40 something, but his five-o'clock-shadow makes him seem older.
He ignores me, so I sigh and go to clicking a few buttons on my computer screen to make it seem like I'm doing something.
When I glance back out at the store, I see the man is standing in front of the desk, eyeing me.
"Uh, what can I do for you?"
When he talks, his voice sounds like gravel. He smells like cigarettes.
"Been busy today?" He asks.
I shift. "Not really. Do you need help finding a book?"
He ignores me, looking around the store. "Your manager here?"
"I- do you need her?"
He ignores my question. "Pretty quiet, huh?"
"It is a bookstore, sir."
"You look pretty young. Are you married?"
Why... now why is that any of his business?
Not sure how to proceed, I just give a shrug.
"You're what? 16 or 17?"
"Yes." I say. A minor, before you get any ideas!
"Yeah, that's way too young to have a man around." He strokes his face, looking back out at the empty store.
A weird feeling starts to rise up in my chest. This is odd. I should probably-
"I'm looking for a book for my, uh, friend. Want to pick one out, for me?"
"Sure," I look at him suspiciously. I step out from behind the counter. "What does your friend read?"
"Uh," he scans the rows of shelves. "Mystery gen-ray?!"
His mispronounced word tips me off, and then I realize he's chosen a genre sold at the darkest and farthest corner of our bookstore.
He waits on me to lead him over there, but I feel wrong about it.
"What's the hold up?" He sneers.
I jump, moving over to the mystery books. When I get to the corner, he looks at the titles.
"Nothing," he shakes his head, taking a few steps before looking again.
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Ace of Hearts
Teen FictionBryn Jasper's life is stressful enough when she's competing in her first-ever national writing contest. To her, people have what they're good at, and life is best when they stick to it. Ace Abbot, senior and highschool quarterback, doesn't quite car...