The boy staring back at me is very attractive, to say the least. He looks to be 6’1, with a swimmer’s lean muscular physique, tan skin, and dark black hair cropped close to his head. I look to the left and notice there’s another good-looking boy standing to his left. He has red hair, green eyes, and pale skin. He’s about the same height too but with a stockier, muscular build.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” says black hair.
“It was an accident, you fucking asshole.”
Red hair laughs.
“What did you say?” black hair asks.
“You heard me.”
He gets in my face. “You better learn really quickly,” he says, then walks off.
Red hair saunters behind him.
What a fucking asshole.
I continue my walk to the pizzeria.
When I enter the building, Mary (I see her name tag) is working the register. Mary is a short, plump woman with a kind face. She has shoulder-length gray hair and light blue eyes.
“Hi Mary, I’m Cocoa. I recently relocated to Montgomery and I’m currently looking for a part-time job. I wanted to know if you have any positions.”
“Bless your heart child, I do.”
A smile spreads across my lips. “When can I start?”
“You’re a tenacious one, aren’t you?” Mary asks, chuckling.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What experience do you have in food service?”
“I have two years’ experience working in a coffee house in Los Angeles. I can provide you with my previous supervisor’s number for a reference check. Her name’s Cindy.”
“I need someone who can do a little of everything—cashier, clean, cook, delivery driver. You would need to be able to wear multiple hats.”
“Trust me, I can do it. I’m a jack of all trades.”
“Great, I’ll call your supervisor now. Harry!” yells Mary.
“Great,” I reply excitedly.
“Come take over for me. Harry’s my son. My other son, Chuck, is feeling a little under the weather today, so he stayed home.”
Harry emerges from the back.
“Harry, this is Cocoa. She’s interested in a position here. I’ll be right back.” Mary walks to the back.
“Nice to meet you, Harry,” I say.
“Nice to meet you, too,” he replies, leering at me.
Harry is not an attractive man. He’s as skinny as a twig, with yellow teeth and dull greasy brown hair. I wonder if he’s the reason why Mary can’t keep employees. I hope he won’t be a problem. Mary walks from the back ten minutes later.
“When can you start?” she asks.
I jump up and down in my excitement. I’ve found a job within three days of moving to Montgomery, West Virginia. Not a bad start.
