Chapter One – The Unexpected Meeting.
It has been a few days since I wrote an answer to the mysterious Karon, and I am beginning to get worried. He has not reacted, and I just hope it wasn't my overly sarcastic words that scared him off. I'm standing in front of a desk, wearing my hair high in a simple ponytail, constantly annoyed by the drunken bastards that feel like lecturing me about exercise, while they wait for me to hand them whatover item they have decided to buy. Mostly they just want a sixpack and a carton of cigarettes, and it irritates me that they feel obliged to lecture me about health, when they have used the last thirty years to marinate their brains with alcohol.
I sigh deeply, placing the two packs of Prince on the desk, trying to ignore the elder mans critiques.
“
10 dollars, please.”
The guy puts the money forward, grapping the cigarettes as if they were the ring over them all, before wobbling out of the small kiosk.
I put away the money, write it down in the black notebook, before leaning towards the desk. My mind quickly drifts off, making images of Karon and how he might look. Hopefully, he would be one of those smart yet handsome guys, that always know the right thing to say and do when needed. I don't even realise that the time passes by in a flash, when the doorbell suddenly clings to inform me that a new customer has entered the boutique.
I take a little step back, ready to serve the customer with my best – and only – service smile. But I can't stop my self from doing the elevator look at the person, mentally judging him even though I hate being done that to myself. It's just a lifelong reflex that is almost impossible to destroy when first used to.
He's not exactly an unordinary guy, but I can't really say he looks average either. His hair is black, all of it groomed backwards and held there by some kind of greasy-looking wax. He is higher than most guys, probably 6,5 feet tall or something like that, which just greatly emphasizes his slim, fragile figure. He wears black, half frame glasses, greatly volumizing his skyblue eyes.
But the most charactiristic thing about his face, is the little, finelined goat beard along the edge of his chin.
And then my gaze climbs down to the clothes, and I'm honestly shocked by the attire.
The guy is wearing a white shirt, pretty simple, but with lots of all kinds of badges covering the most of the chest part. I only catch a little glimpse of one of the texts, but I'm pretty damn sure it says something like 'Just Die Without Lies'. The bottom of the shirt is tucked into some really awkward shorts, a little too tight even though he has some incredibly skinny, white legs. It has some military-ish pattern, but with bright colors like pink, yellow and silver.
And even weirder, though it is hard to say that just the clothes alone aren't anything but unusual, he does not have any shoes on. Nothing. His feet is bare, visible, and it isn't exactly summer yet. I can clearly see the grey, thick clouds covering the sky outside, making everything seem a lot more moody than it usually is.
Suddenly the man grabs a bottle of water, and walks towards me, only stopping a centimeter or so from the desk. I automatically blink a few times, staring at him, even though I know I shouldn't have.
The guy started smirking, ripping me back to my senses, so I just hurry up clicking the water bottle information into the cash register, avoiding any kind of eyecontact.
Gosh, why am I this awkward..I try not to twist my own tongue, while still looking everywhere but at the customer.
“
A.. Anything else, sir..?”
I hope he doesn't shake his head, as I will not be able to see it, as my eyes are almost fixated on the bottle as if it contained pure gold and not some cheap, easy to get water.
“
No, Jenna.”
I nod and quickly point at the little screen in front of the guy, so I don't have to say more. It takes me a few seconds to realize that the guy just said my first name. And then I stare again, but this time with fear, instead of wonder. And he obviously finds it funny, don't ask me why though, as he starts chuckling while placing a few coins on the desk.
“
You really are as fascinating, as I thought you would be.. How interesting.”
Wh.. What!I am confused and feel like I could crawl down a mouse hole, as I stare into the pits of his light yet emotionally clouded eyes. My jaw is probably laying on the ground, because he just shakes his head before grabbing the bottle again, calmly leaving the boutique.
But just before he takes the last step, and let the door hide his body, he speaks out with a firm, loud voice. And he is not doing anything to hide the joy.
“
It has been very nice to meet you, Jenna Kristy! I will write you later tonight, so be prepared.”
The work hours can't go by fast enough, even though I serve a few more customers, my mind is already at home in front of the computer. And there is only one thought keeping its greedy claws in me.
Who was that guy..?