Palex from Meeri's Point of View
Chapter 1
"I'll be right with you,"… I called from the supply closet, as I heard someone at the counter. It had been busy here around that time. Since the other manager quit, I hadn't been able to catch a break.
I stepped out and noticed a young dark-haired woman. Judging by her sneakers and loose clothes, I assumed she went to Degrassi Community School.
"Yes? How may I help you?" I asked, anticipating her order.
She responded dryly,"I noticed the sign." She pointed to the "HELP WANTED" sign by the register.
I tried to hide my relief as she extended her hand over the counter.
"Alex," she said.
"Meeri," I replied, shaking her hand firmly.
That was months ago. With Alex working here now, things have been running much smoother. I will admit she isn't particularly… "warm" or "fuzzy". The kid barely smiles. But, she is patient with our customers and is surprisingly mature and professional for her age.
…which brings me to the blonde girl that came by the other day. I forget what she said her name was.
Paula? Paisley?
Yeah. Something to that effect. She was looking for work. Trying to sell herself and doing a bad job of it.
"I'm team. I cheer for team." She said.
I heard Alex crack up at the drink machine behind me and even I had to admit that she could've come up with a better slogan. I stepped aside so she could see who she would be working with.
The moment their eyes met, both of their faces became hard and unreadable. You could cut the tension with a knife. A butcher's knife. Well… maybe a cleaver.
These two girls obviously know each other and judging from their body language, I take it they aren't too fond of each other, either.
WELL, then…
I feel the corners of my mouth pulling into a grin.
This should be interesting.