“You’re not serious. What are you doing here?” Her eyes were the size of tennis balls and her jaw dropped to her chest. Instead of being turned off he matched the disgusted look on her face with a warm smile, and eyes that glistened at the sight of her.
“I’m very serious. You need me…you need me here.” His face was beaming now. She however, rolled her eyes, turned around and continued adding cans to the shelf. “Like I need a heart attack?” She threw back over her shoulder.
“Oh come on. Don’t be like that.” He took a few steps toward her. She immediately sensed his presence drawing nearer and jumped off her step stool to confront him. “Listen buddy…” She spitted out sarcastically. “I am good. Good getting things done, and better off doing it alone.”
He bowed his head in an attempt to hide the chuckle that was bursting out of him. “How is a little help going to hurt?” He eventually offered. She glared at him with eyes so wide they could potentially suck him in at any moment. “Hurt? Um…I just don’t…don’t need it! That’s all!” He drew in a long breath before offering his feedback.
“Maybe you don’t realize it? Maybe…” Before he could go on, she jumped back on to the step stool and started working again. “You just don’t get it.” She muttered as she stretched her arm upward and across.
“Ah, what was that?” He pretended he didn’t hear her precisely.
“I’m sure you have better things to do. I’m good here.” She quipped then jumped down again and headed deeper into the storage area to a back room.
With a silly grin painted on his face, he followed after her…
To Be Continued…
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