"Don't you look hot!" Rachel said when I walked out of the employee bathroom. I had brought a change of clothes and my make-up bag to work, so I didn't have to run home before Spence came to get me. "Why thank you." I said, and bowed. She laughed. Warren walked into the employee lounge. "Wow. How come you don't look that good for me?" He asked when He saw me. "Because she has standards." Rachel said. "Oh come on! You can't get better then me!" Warren said, and turned slowly in a circle. "Hey, what happened to the Red?" I asked him. His hair was that orange color you get when you strip red out of it. "Got bored with it." He said, and sat down next to Rachel. I looked at my reflection in the glass window and fixed my jeans. There were tight, but I loved how they looked on me. "So, Spence again?" Warren asked. "Yes Spence. Gotta problem?" I asked him. "No. He's cool." Warren said, and yawned. "Lydia is looking for more hours. If you need to go home she will probably switch with you. You've been closing almost all week." I told him. "Nah, I'm fine. I need the money." He said, and leaned his head back against the couch. "LOLA! Vistor of Laura Eisenhaugh. Lola. Report the front please." Lydia said over the intercom. "Damn it! I told her not to do that!" I said. Warren and Rachel were both laughing. I grabbed my bag and ran out to the front. Spencer was up at he counter with Lydia. "Lydia!" I shouted. "What?" She asked. "I told you not to tell people my name!" I said. She just shrugged, and tossed me my zip up hoodie that was on the chair behind the register. I put it on and Spence and I walked outside. "I like your name." He said. "I hate it." I told him. "It's prettier then Spencer Eisenhower Brukofski." He said. "Wow." I said. "Yeah. Smurf's is even worse. Reynold Roosevelt Brukofski." He said. "What is wrong with your parents?" I asked him. "They like presidents." He said. "Aparently." I said, and laughed. "So, where are we going?" I asked. "First to my car. Then to an amazing italian place about 40 minutes from here." He said. "Oh. Where is your car?" I asked, looking around the parking lot. He pointe to a 1970 Chevelle. "NO!" I said. "Yeah." He said, and laughed. "Uh-uh!" I said, shaking my head. "Uh-huh!" He said. The body needs some work, but the insides run great." He said. "Wow." I said, waling around it. "Oz would shit if he saw this." I said, and Spence laughed. "He has an El Camino, but it's kind of run down." I said. "I've got a guy, my cousin, who gives great deals on body work." He said. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah. Next time I see Oz, I'll hook him up." He said. "You are so cool." I said. He walked to the passenger side door, unlocked it and opened it for me. I climbed in, and he shut the door. I leaned over and unlocked his door for him. "So, now we are off to Chizone Italiano Restaurante." He said. "Don't worry, the name is classier then the place." I looked at his clothes, and he was dressed real nice, so I wondered if he was just saying that. I kind of wished I had worn some nice pants instead of jeans, but figured I would be okay. We stuck in traffic, so it ended up taking about an hour to get there. I didn't mind though. We sang along to some Bowie, Idol, and Bon Jovi on the way. I dug through his CD collection and found Elton John. "Elton John?" I asked. "Oh shit! I left that in there?" He asked, trying to grab it from me. "Yup." I said, and managed to get it in the CD player. 'Your Song' Came on, and I turned it up and started singing. Spence laughed at me. It made me laugh. I continued going through his CD's. "Michael Bolton, Billy Joel, Cher?" I asked laughing. He blushed. "All mixed in with NOFX, Primus, Poison, Gwar, Green Day, Incubus- Wait....GWAR??" I started laughing so hard I couldn't breath. "I'm glad you think it's so funny." He said, laughing. "Sorry. I think it's cool actually. I don't meet a lot of people with such varied taste. I think it says a lot about you. Good stuff." I said. "Thanks. I have some 80's hits Cd's in the back of the case. Some punk and rock remakes of 80's stuff too." He said. "AWESOME!" I shouted, and started flipping through. That is pretty much how the whole ride went. We pulled into the parking lot of Chizones just in time for the end of Video Killed the Radio star. Spence got out, walked around the car and opened the door for me. "Thanks." I said, as he helped me out.
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"Don't you look hot!" Rachel said when I walked out of the employee bathroom. I had brought a change of clothes and my make-up bag to work, so I didn't have to run home before Spence came to get me.
"Why thank you." I said, and bowed.
She laughed.
Warren walked into the employee lounge.
"Wow. How come you don't look that good for me?" He asked when He saw me.
"Because she has standards." Rachel said.
"Oh come on! You can't get better then me!" Warren said, and turned slowly in a circle.
"Hey, what happened to the Red?" I asked him. His hair was that orange color you get when you strip red out of it.
"Got bored with it." He said, and sat down next to Rachel. I looked at my reflection in the glass window and fixed my jeans. There were tight, but I loved how they looked on me.
"So, Spence again?" Warren asked.
"Yes Spence. Gotta problem?" I asked him.
"No. He's cool." Warren said, and yawned.
"Lydia is looking for more hours. If you need to go home she will probably switch with you. You've been closing almost all week." I told him.
"Nah, I'm fine. I need the money." He said, and leaned his head back against the couch.
"LOLA! Vistor of Laura Eisenhaugh. Lola. Report the front please." Lydia said over the intercom.
"Damn it! I told her not to do that!" I said. Warren and Rachel were both laughing. I grabbed my bag and ran out to the front. Spencer was up at he counter with Lydia.
"Lydia!" I shouted.
"What?" She asked.
"I told you not to tell people my name!" I said. She just shrugged, and tossed me my zip up hoodie that was on the chair behind the register. I put it on and Spence and I walked outside.
"I like your name." He said.
"I hate it." I told him.
"It's prettier then Spencer Eisenhower Brukofski." He said.
"Wow." I said.
"Yeah. Smurf's is even worse. Reynold Roosevelt Brukofski." He said.
"What is wrong with your parents?" I asked him.
"They like presidents." He said.
"Aparently." I said, and laughed.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"First to my car. Then to an amazing italian place about 40 minutes from here." He said.
"Oh. Where is your car?" I asked, looking around the parking lot.
He pointe to a 1970 Chevelle.
"NO!" I said.
"Yeah." He said, and laughed.
"Uh-uh!" I said, shaking my head.
"Uh-huh!" He said. The body needs some work, but the insides run great." He said.
"Wow." I said, waling around it.
"Oz would shit if he saw this." I said, and Spence laughed.
"He has an El Camino, but it's kind of run down." I said.
"I've got a guy, my cousin, who gives great deals on body work." He said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. Next time I see Oz, I'll hook him up." He said.
"You are so cool." I said. He walked to the passenger side door, unlocked it and opened it for me. I climbed in, and he shut the door. I leaned over and unlocked his door for him.
"So, now we are off to Chizone Italiano Restaurante." He said. "Don't worry, the name is classier then the place."
I looked at his clothes, and he was dressed real nice, so I wondered if he was just saying that. I kind of wished I had worn some nice pants instead of jeans, but figured I would be okay. We stuck in traffic, so it ended up taking about an hour to get there. I didn't mind though. We sang along to some Bowie, Idol, and Bon Jovi on the way. I dug through his CD collection and found Elton John.
"Elton John?" I asked.
"Oh shit! I left that in there?" He asked, trying to grab it from me.
"Yup." I said, and managed to get it in the CD player. 'Your Song' Came on, and I turned it up and started singing. Spence laughed at me.
It made me laugh. I continued going through his CD's.
"Michael Bolton, Billy Joel, Cher?" I asked laughing. He blushed.
"All mixed in with NOFX, Primus, Poison, Gwar, Green Day, Incubus- Wait....GWAR??" I started laughing so hard I couldn't breath.
"I'm glad you think it's so funny." He said, laughing.
"Sorry. I think it's cool actually. I don't meet a lot of people with such varied taste. I think it says a lot about you. Good stuff." I said.
"Thanks. I have some 80's hits Cd's in the back of the case. Some punk and rock remakes of 80's stuff too." He said.
"AWESOME!" I shouted, and started flipping through. That is pretty much how the whole ride went. We pulled into the parking lot of Chizones just in time for the end of Video Killed the Radio star. Spence got out, walked around the car and opened the door for me.
"Thanks." I said, as he helped me out.
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