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Isabelle Lightwood, with her laptop in hand stood in the line of her Best Buy's Geek Squad. College life was treating her well. The occasional party always took the ease off the school work, which always seemed to be her priority. She was a studious student; her nose was always in a book trying to learn every detail of whatever subject she was investing her time in. The only problem was her laptop.
The laptop she's had since high school had a tendency of dying now that she was away from home. This was her third trip to this Geek Squad; the first because of a hard drive malfunction and the second because of a cracked screen after she stepped on it. This time the contraption was making an irritating noise, but whenever she looked up "irritating noise coming from laptop" on Google nothing would pop up.
"Next," I boy behind the counter called.
She quickly made her way to the counter and placed down the gray piece of plastic. The boy in a shirt and tie looked flustered in front of her. Isabelle knew of her beauty since a young age. Over the years all the boys drooling over her got old.
"My laptop has been making a very annoying thumping sound, can you maybe check it out," she asked as friendly as she could.
"Ab-absolutely," he stammered.
She watched as he took the laptop to the back. His name tag had said Simon. Isabelle shook her head as she laughed at the boy. They were probably the same age; maybe he was even older. Either way, boys just seemed to be fascinated by Isabelle without her saying a word. Sometimes she loved the power, on other days she just wanted to blend in.
He came back shortly after with the computer in his hands. "I was correct; it was just a fan malfunction. I took out the faulty product and put in a new one."
Simon's brown hair ruffled as he turned the laptop over to show where exactly he fixed the problem.
"How old are you?" Isabelle asked while he was mid-sentence.
"Nineteen?" he answered back slowly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Isabelle smiled. Not at the fact that they were the same age, but at how lovable he was. He was so dorky, she couldn't get enough.
"And how long have you been fixing computers?"
He looked over his shoulder once before answering. "I got the job when I was seventeen even though you're supposed to be eighteen to even apply. I had a friend who worked here," he shrugged. Simon still looked wary of saying something dim-witted.
Might as well get this over with; the more time to study the better, Isabelle thought. She handed him the credit card her mother had given to her for emergencies. "Thanks so much for fixing this dumb old thing. I don't know what I would do without it," she said as he gave her back the card.
"No problem ma'am, just doing my job." Simon finally genuinely smiled at her.
"Isabelle. Don't call me ma'am. Just Isabelle." He nodded. "And who knows," I leaned across the counter and pulled at his tie. "With the way this laptop breaks I'll probably be here in a month. Bye, Simon."
Again she laughed at the sight of him- his glasses falling off his face, his mouth hanging open. It was all too priceless.
Isabelle slid into her car and opened the laptop on the passenger seat. Just making sure I won't get home to find out that the noise is still there, she told herself. As the PC lit up with her familiar desktop she noticed there was a sticky note tab opened in the taskbar. She clicked it, mystified at the unexplainable note.
In case I chicken out and I don't actually give it to you
here's my number:
(267) 532-0821
Call me for anything; computer repair, a drink, a semi
attractive boyfriend? Whatever you'd like. P.S. This is
Simon (the guy who just fixed your laptop)
Isabelle's head fell forward after she grasped what the screen said. Maybe, just maybe, she would have to use that number some day. And it may just be for number two or three.
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