I still do.
But Miles is right. The people who’ve only ever lived in the city should experience a little bit of the magic of a small town too.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing.” And then after a pause, I add with a shrug, “Everything.”
“Like Roger?” He smirks at me, and I ball up a napkin and throw it at him. He catches it, though, because of course he does.
“I don’t even think you deserve cake after the terrible date you sent me on.”
He finishes the last bite and smiles up at me. “I promise the next one will be better.”
Guess I’m not cut out to be a barista.
First day, and I spilled coffee all over a guy who turned out to be a very important French diplomat or something.
I don’t remember much from my high school French class, but I do remember the swear words.
He used them all, and a few new ones I didn’t quite catch.
He was shouting that he was going to ruin the shop on social media and send the bill to me personally to replace his designer suit because, and I quote, “Cette tache ne part pas, espèce d’idiot!”
Another learning experience? Maybe.
But I’m gutted. Completely humiliated and embarrassed. AGAIN.
First the date and now this. Getting fired from a job that a monkey could do.
I told Miles. He laughed.
Thought it was hilarious. Did an impression of the French diplomat that was spot-on considering he wasn’t even there.
But then he said, “Claire, that job was never going to make you happy.”
He’s right. But that’s not why I got that job. I got it because I need something to do with myself during the day.
Something that makes me so tired that I fall asleep before my brain can start spiraling.
I guess I’ll send out another round of résumés and see if anything new has shown up online...
And yep. I’m also preparing for date number two.
A guy named Scott.
Here’s hoping he’s better than Roger.
Then again, if Scott turned out to be a potted plant, it would be better than Roger.
Minnie: I heard about the job. Are you okay?
Claire: You heard?
Minnie: Miles told me. Said we had to make your next date extra special because you were down about it.
Claire: I don’t think I like you talking to him so much.
It’s weird.
