Safety

Chapter 2

"Will that be all?" She chuckles, sliding her pen into her apron.

"Yes, thanks," I say politely, waiting for her to bound off before turning to Jace. "You've got no game, Erickson"

He laughs loudly, suddenly shaken out of his embarrassed stupor.

"I suppose I'd have to agree."

"Seriously though- why are you getting so clammed up? It's just another pretty girl," I say, nudging him under the table. "Do you know her from somewhere?"

He shrugs sheepishly. "I've seen her around school. She always seems so- I don't know, peaceful."

I snort. "We could use some of that in our life."

"Tell me about it."

I spot a piece of paper over his shoulder, hanging on the glass door at the front of the restaurant.

Squinting my eyes, I can make out 'We're Hiring!' in bold print.

"What are you looking at?" Jace asks, calling my attention back to him.

"They have a job opening," I say thoughtfully.

"You'd want to work here?"

"I did say I needed a change in scenery. A job wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," I say, just as Trinity returns with our order.

As she's setting everything down, I ask, "Are you guys still hiring?"

I tilt my head towards the door for emphasis.

"Yeah- thinking about applying?" When I nod, she says, "That's awesome. We could really use the help. This place is taking off faster than we thought it would."

"Where would I apply to?"

"Well, you could send in your resume, but honestly, I'd just talk to the manager directly. His office is back there," she says, gesturing towards a door towards the back corner of the café.

My face must give away my hesitance; it's quite unorthodox for random passersby to waltz into a manager's office and request a job. In any case, she picks up on my unease.

"Don't worry about seeming too forward," she assures. "We're so hard pressed for work right now, he'd hire anyone."

She chuckles, and I find myself laughing along with her. The word 'infectious' slips through my mind as her bubbly laughter reaches my ears.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it," she says, smiling at both Jace and I.

"Thanks for your help."

She walks away, and I lift my cappuccino to my lips, taking a long sip as I let the idea of working marinate in my brain.

I've never worked a day in my life. Never had any real responsibilities, aside from school. I've never had any urge to work.

But I'm so tired of going home every day and burying myself in school work and dates and running. So much running. I'm sick of feeling stuck, and this could be- fun?

Plus, I'd have some cash of my own; I wouldn't have to depend on my parents as much.

No to mention that it would look good on college applications.

I set my coffee down, my mind made up.

"I'm going to go speak to the manager," I say to Jace, standing to my feet.

"Really?"

"Yeah. What's the worst that could happen," I respond, shrugging my shoulders. As I'm walking towards the back room, I look over my shoulder and call, "Don't touch my cheesecake!"

My stomach starts to flutter as I approach the door. Nerves.

I raise my hand and knock lightly, waiting a moment before the door swings open. The man behind the door is older, with curly red hair. He has black, square glasses framing his face, and smile lines crinkling around his eyes. I'd say he's in his mid-forties if I had to guess.

"Did one of the waiters mess up your order?" he asks, allowing me to notice his crisp British accent. He looks concerned, probably more for himself than me, as I doubt he's interested in having a teenager scream at him for an hour about messing up her 'soy skinny vanilla latte'.

"No," I assure him, watching as his features flood with relief. I smile as I continue with, "I actually wanted to speak to you about your job opening."

"Great!" he says, perking up and stepping aside so that I can walk through the door. I do, taking a seat in front of his desk. "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I stammer, realizing I forgot to introduce myself. "I'm Grace Adams- I'm a senior at Santa Barbara High School."

He nods his head. "And you're interested in working here?"

"Yes sir," I respond, nodding. "I don't have much experience, I admit, but I'm a fast learner."

"Awesome. Normally I'd go through the whole interview process, but we're understaffed, so if you're interested, the job is yours. Your first month is a trial basis, but that's standard with most jobs," he explains. "When can you start?"

Surprised by the speed of everything, I murmur, "Monday?" my voice more a question than a statement.

"Monday sounds good. Write down your email and I'll send you all the forms you need to fill out. I have to warn you, there I quite a few of them," he says humorously.

"I'll survive," I chuckle, scribbling my email onto a piece of printer paper before reaching out and shaking his hand. "Thank you so much-"

I pause, realizing I'm unsure of the name of this quirky, red-haired man.

"Charles. Charles Richardson."

"Thank you Mr. Richardson," I say, my voice genuinely friendly.

"See you Monday!"

I smile, and head back to my table. When Jace sees me coming, he stands up, curious.

"Well?"

I keep my expression blank for a moment, before a broad smile breaks free.

"You're looking at a working woman," I say coolly, before jumping into his arms and laughing.

He swings me around for a moment before we both sit down.

I glance at my dessert, and frown.

"I told you not to touch my cheesecake," I say, noting the fork taken out of it.

"You're a working woman now," he says, winking at me. "You can afford to buy a new one."

A/N

A filler chapter?

Yes.

Necessary?

You bet.

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