It's been about half an hour since I opened the shop and so far the only people to come in were the other employee which I've learned to be named jack, and an elderly man looking for his lost cat but he doesn't count as he was a ghost. Jack looked to be one year older than me, he was also very scrawny with the slightest bit of muscle, he had puffy black hair that sticked up. We haven't talked much other than the occasional personal question. I've never had a job since basically my whole childhood and preteen years were spent in mental hospitals, so I'm really happy that I was offered this job but I never thought it'd be so boring, like there's nothing to do other than listen in on jacks thoughts though there's not much happening up there other then him constantly wishing it was lunch or the occasional thought that would pop up when he was looking at me, he thought I was hot, with my semi long brown and red streaked hair and my mix of bright and dark blue ocean eyes, and my tomboy ruggish style in clothing. I thought it was kinda cute that he thought of me that way but with my curse, it's extremely hard to find someone to have a relationship with, let alone keep it. it's hard when you know exactly what they're feeling and thinking. you could probably guess why.
A full two hours pass and Clark still isn't back yet, though Kit finally showed up when Jack left for his lunch break so I'm currently sitting behind the cash register talking to Kit, that was until the store door opened and in walked a gorgeous specimen of a man. And when I say gorgeous I mean absolutely breathtaking, like this guy looked like he was personally made from a god. He had lush and fluffy dark brown hair with eyebrows that showed attitude, and don't even get me started on his eyes, they were a majestic shade of dark blue mixed with light green, man looked to be in his early twenties. He was at least six feet and he wore a black and red leather biker jacket with a dark gray wife beater underneath that hugged his muscular abdomen perfectly. And to top it all off he had on a pair of dark blue ripped jeans and combat boots. But as I looked at him with more intensity I could see that he was also wearing a gun holstered to his left side, indicating that he was right-handed.
After turning my focus back to his face I saw that he looked a little confused and after trying and failing to read his mind I decided to approach him, cautiously of course." uh, can I help you with something sir?" I ask, sheepishly sneaking a quick glance at Kit who just looked bored. "Uh no I don't think so, where's Clark, and who are you?" oh god his voice is so mesmerizing, when he speaks its so gentle and intense at the same time as its rough and soothing. " um Clarks out at the moment and probably won't be back for another few hours, I'm her new employee so if you need something I'm sure I can help." I say trying and probably failing at an attempt at a genuine smile. "I don't think you can help me with what I need, I need Clark for that, but does her new incredibly beautiful employee have a name?" he says, giving me a flirty smirk. " I'm Riley, and you are?" I stick my hand out for him to shake but he takes it and brings it to his lips lightly kissing my knuckles before saying. " I'm Silas, it's a pleasure to meet you Riley.'' He lets go of my hand and puts his hands in his jacket pocket. " ya like wise Silas but I must insist, whatever Clark can do I'm sure I can too, so what is it you need.'' I say with a hint of annoyance.
Silas looks at me with a small grin as he says." will alright then if you insist I need to speak to a man named Kit, can you do that?" he says in a mocking tone, my eyes slightly widen as I look to Kit for an explanation, all he gives me is a thumbs up. I roll my eyes and turned back to mister mick hotty, who was intently staring at me. " Yes, as a matter of fact I can, what is it you need to know?" I say in an almost bored tone, Silas's eyes widen as he opens his perfectly shaped mouth to answer me. " Wait seriously, wow I was not expecting that. Huh so then in that case can you ask Kit if he's seen or heard anything strange or out of the ordinary lately." he says, I look at Kit and say " did you hear that?" Kit nods and says " tell Silas that I haven't, not lately at least. The only abnormal thing here is you Bubs." he says letting out a little laugh. " uh excuse me it's not my fault if it's rare to get new comers.'' I say in a playful tone. I then look back at Silas to see a stunned look plastered on his face. "what?" I ask , shrugging. " So you can actually hear him, can you see him too or are you like Clark and can only hear and feel them?" he asks, taking a step toward me, I back up on instinct and embarrassingly tripping over my own feet. I land hard on my ass and the room fills with booming laughter as Kit doubles over trying to figuratively catch his breath.
I look up only to be met with an outstretched hand. I take the hand and am lifted up to my feet again. I thank Silas with an embarrassed smile and am relieved when he returns the smile. I turn to Kit and say in a mixed tone of annoyance and anger. " Would you stop laughing at me?" Kit gets off the floor still slightly giggling, he apologizes and goes to sit behind the cash register. Silas is the next to speak. " So before your little incident what did he say, and you never answered my other question." I brush off my now sore ass and say. " Kit says that I'm the only abnormal thing that happened as of late, with my arrival to your secluded town and all. And to answer your other question, I can see and hear ghosts." I say trying to overlook how Silas has yet to move back out of my personal space and is now breathing in my face. Is it weird to say that I like the smell of him, he smells like wet grass after it just rained. That's not weird, right?
After a few seconds of staring Silas in the eyes he says with full on curiosity. "What are you?" it's a fair question but for some reason I start to get anxious and to be honest a little scared. I look away when I say. " to be completely honest with you Silas I'm not sure, I mean I could just be a girl cursed with these strange abilities or I could be something different altogether but I never knew my father and I'm pretty sure my mother isn't my real mother so I'm at a loss of an answer to that.'' I ramble on as I slowly back away from him and into the desk behind me, I can tell he wants to say something but he's cut off when the door opens and in walks a very confused looking Clark.