#Chapter3
There’s life, then there’s crazy Lucille
Lucille
I didn’t work today because of working last night. Thank God. I slept in, then harassed someone. I had the perfect person in mind.
I traveled to the store to discover if my favorite crabby boss is working. Sure enough, he was. This dude needs to have some fun.
I strolled into the store, hopping on his L-cart only for him to turn around and gave me a look. I grinned while swinging my legs back and forth.
/"You’re off. Shouldn’t you be out, wreaking havoc on someone’s life?/" He asked me.
/"I am, and he’s crabby./"
He rolled his eyes before returning to work.
/"Grayson, you need to lighten up. You’re tense,/" I said.
/"Lucille, it’s called work. Unlike some people, I have rent, utilities, and food to buy./"
He set a display.
/"But it doesn’t mean you can’t have fun./"
He fixed the display until it was perfect.
/"One day, you’ll realize, not everything is fun and games./"
/"And one day, you’ll realize that life is crazy, then there’s me./"
He glanced at me.
/"Why are you here?/"
/"You need fun in your life. I thought, Lucille, Grayson needs to smile. So, here I am./"
He shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. So he laughs. That was intriguing.
/"Whelp, I’m out of here. I got places to visit and people to harass./"
I grinned as he laughed more.
/"Later, boss man./"
I strolled away.
/"Bye, Lucille./"
*****
Grayson
It’s weird for Lucille to come to work on her day off. I’m glad that she did. There’s something about her. Even though she’s crazy, she kept things interesting.
I finished my shift and walked out of the store. As I walked to my car, someone yelled, /"Where are you going?/"
I turned to see Lucille leaning against her car.
/"Home! Shouldn’t you do the same?/" I asked her.
/"Why? The night is still young./"
She waved her hands in the air. I walked towards her until I stood in front of her.
/"Is it your life’s mission to harass me?/"
She tapped her finger to her lips.
/"Nope, that’s a perk./"
She laughed, causing me to laugh.
/"How about a cup of coffee?/" She asked me.
I looked at her and took a deep breath.
/"One cup, then you harass someone else./"
/"Deal,/" she said.
She extended her hand as I took it and shook, then received a spark. Our hands lingered for a few minutes until we both pulled away.
/"I’ll meet you there./"
/"Sounds like a plan, Stan./"
She smirked as she got into her car. I walked to my car, thinking about what had happened. I shook the thought away. She is Lucille, my crazy employee.
I got into the car and pulled out of my spot, driving to Ram’s Horn to drink coffee with Lucille. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I strolled inside and spotted her sitting in a booth.
I walked over and took a seat across from her. I ordered a coffee.
/"I figured you would have gone home,/" she said.
/"And prove to you, I’m no fun,/" I said.
Quit it, Grayson. It’s coffee.
/"Touché,/" she said.
I watched her drink her coffee. I never noticed her pretty eyes. They were golden brown with little gold flecks in them. Wait. What?
I sipped my coffee.
/"Tell me about yourself, Grayson./"
She leaned on the table with her chin on her fist.
/"Why?/"
/"Because you have more than work. I mean, you have a personal life. So, tell me a little about yourself./"
/"Well, I’m twenty-three. I graduated from college, hoping to one day, own a business of my own./"
/"What about the family? I’m sure they didn’t spawn you from the depths of hell./"
/"No, I was born normal. Mom stayed home, and Dad worked. There’s not much to tell./" I shrugged.
/"Interesting. Is there more?/"
/"Not that I know./"
I drank my coffee, as I glanced at her lips. Wait. What am I doing? I need to finish this coffee and leave. I’m her boss and shouldn’t want to kiss her. What the hell is wrong with me?
*****
Lucille
There’s something about how tight-lipped Grayson is that intrigues me. Most people are an open book. It’s not him because he gave little away.
I studied his facial expressions when he reacted to me. He fascinated me. I found myself attracted to Grayson Gray.
As soon as he finished his coffee, he pulled out some money.
/"I need to go./"
/"What? Why?/"
/"I shouldn’t be here./"
His tone was curt as he stood up and left. I sat there, confused. I thought we were getting on well. With a snap of my fingers, he changed moods. This guy has more mood swings than I could count.
I paid for my coffee and headed home. I don’t know why I had become slightly disappointed when Grayson left. It’s nothing. Grayson would always be Grayson, a real fuddy-duddy.
Once I got home, I observed my mom washing the dishes.
/"How was your evening?/" She asked.
/"It was okay./"
/"What happened?/"
/"Grayson and I had coffee. Then he went off on me./"
I waved my hand in the air.
/"Why?/"
/"It’s Grayson./"
/"He might have things going on with him./"
/"I doubt it. Grayson Gray will be alone for the rest of his life. He prefers it that way./"
Mom gave me a glimpse. I sighed, retiring to bed because I get to work with mood swings Sally tomorrow. Oh, yay.
Tomorrow should be so much fun.