Disclaimer: I own nothing. The play name and stuff was names I just made up.
"Welcome to Erin's." I say in a cheerful voice, not bothering to take my eyes off of the picture I'm sketching on the back of a little receipt.
"Dude you sound so lame." I look up and glare at Santana and then say 'have a nice day' to the people that walk pass her.
"Shut up and move. You're blocking the exit."
I've been working at Erin's for three weeks now and this is the first time Santana has had time to come see me in action.
"Whatever. I'm going to get some stuff for the apartment. I'll be back in ten minutes." Then she walks off.
Santana comes back and I introduce her to, Gabe, the guy who is working the door after me. He is kind of an older guy. I would guess late fifties.
"Welcome to Erin's!" Gabe and I automatically say at the sometime when we see someone enter the store. This job is so annoying. I have a feeling I'll be saying 'welcome to Erin's' in my sleep one day.
"Hello Quinn." The little brunette from the parking lot smiles at Gabe and Santana and moves out of the way when someone else tries to get into the store. I let Gabe take over the door greeting thing.
"Um…hi?" I say rolling my eyes at Santana's raised eyebrow.
"Do you not remember me?" The girl gasp like it couldn't possibly forget her.
"Yea but…" I trail off not knowing what to say. "Can we hit pause on this conversation for just a second? I need to go clock out." I start to back away before she can answer. "One minute. Hold on.
When I get back to the side of the entrance where I left my friend and the purse girl, they seem to be in a conversation.
"…yea I hope to finish up with a masters degree." Santana finish with a smile.
"That sounds wonderful, Santana." The girl beams.
"What?" I look between them. "How does she know your name? You know her?" I look at Santana but point at the nameless chick.
"Wow." Santana shakes her head. "You where gone for like five minute, idiot. During that time we talked and exchanged names."
"Oh." I blush.
"This is Rachel." She point to the girl. "Rachel…well you know my best friend Quinn, I guess."
"Rachel." I repeat. She smiles and sticks her hand out. We shake hands and then the awkwardness sets in.
"Well, I hope everything with school works out for you Santana. It's great when people as young as you set goals and work hard to achieve them." What the hell. Who says shit like that in real life? Plus she's looks to be around our age. "And Quinn…" She turns to me with a big smile on her face. "I just wanted to say hi. I remember your excellent customer service and wanted you to know I still appreciate what you did."
"It was nothing." I shrug.
"Anyway…" She looks at her watch. "I'm just going to go grab what I came to get and be on my way. Nice talking to you ladies." She grins and walks off."
"Okay…so she was weird." Santana says while pushing to bags into my hand to help carry to the car.
"Very." I agree.
Rachel comes into the store a couple of more times throughout the next month. She always say hello Quinn in a cheerful voice and continue on her way once I greet her back. Other than that we really don't talk. I on the other hand can't help but to check her out. She has nice dark brown hair that stops just a little past her shoulders. And she always walks like she owns the world. Her manners are amazing and she always greets whoever she encounters with a smile. I'm starting to think the girl never have a bad day.
"Hey…isn't tht Rahel?" Santana says around a cookie. I frown because I didn't understand anything she said. That's why they say don't talk with you mouthful. Santana rolls her eyes and points to door of the cafe we are sitting in. After I picked Santana up from work we came to the café, down the street from are apartment. We come down here every now and then for a breather. Our apartment is close to downtown so we have all the banks, little shopping stores, and nice little places to eat not too far away. We just walk down here when we don't feel like being in the house.
I watch Rachel walk into the café and go to the counter. She talks to the lady behind the counter. They exchange money and Rachel steps to the side so the next person can order. We lock eyes when her eyes start to wonder around the café.
She mouths hi and grins at me. I smile and wave at her.
"Invite her over." Santana says watching the exchange.
"What?" I watch the lady call Rachel to the counter. I guess to get her order.
"You heard me." I roll my eyes but none the less slide out of our booth and walk over to Rachel who was just turning to make her way to the door.
"Hey." I say touching her shoulder to get her attention.
"Hello Quinn." She beams.
"What's up?" I say awkwardly. "Um…San and I are sitting over there…" I point to where Santana is now chugging down milk. "But you already see that huh?" I laugh at my lameness. "Do you want to join us?"
"That's sweet," She bits her bottom lip. "But I can't. I'm In the middle of a little break from rehearsals. I just came to get something to snack on." She holds up a little white bag.
"Cool." I nod my head while racking my brain trying to think of something to say. "Rehearsals for what?"
"I have a little part in the new play the community theater is putting on next month." Her eyes light up when she talks about it. "Wait. Hold this." She pushes her bag into my hand and pull out a flyer from her purse. "Here" She trades me the flyer for the little white bag. "You should come."
"Forever…" I read the title of the play.
"Yeah…I can't really stay and chat but maybe I'll see you at Erin's or something and I can tell you more about it."
"Ok. Cool." I nod and watch her disappear through the door.
I go back to the table and tell Santana about the play. She swears plays are boring and she was not going to go with me.
"Why did you do this to me?" Santana whips her eyes while standing and clapping with the rest of the crowed.
I never saw Rachel again before tonight in the play. I kept an eye out for her while working at Erin's but she never popped up. I begged Santana to come to the play with me and after promising to go to one of those stupid college parties with her and be her wingman she agreed. Turns out she loved the play.
"That was awesome!"Santana and I praise as we spot Rachel finally leaving the theater 20mins after the play ended. Weird. I know but we had no other way of getting in touch with her and I really wanted to tell her how awesome she was, even if her part was really little. The play was still great.
"You came!" She smiles at us and walks over to us. Santana…the ever emotional one, pulls Rachel into a hug.
"Just amazing." She says pulling back. "The effects of young love..."She says in a daydream kind of voice.
"I'm glad you liked it." Rachel squeezes Santana shoulder and then turns her attention to me. "Really thanks for coming. I'm sorry I never got around to getting to the store to see you. I've been real busy with the play and stuff." I shrug.
"It's cool." We all stand in silence for awhile. "Can we walk you to your car?" I ask thinking about how late it is and how she is by herself.
"That would be great." She steps in-between Santana and myself and hook her arms through ours.
We walk the little distance to her BMW.
"Ride?" She asks while opening the driver door.
"Naw…it's cool. We only live like two blocks away." I nod in agreement of what Santana just said.
"Okay. Thanks again." She gets into her car. We turn around and start to walk away when I hear my name called. I turn around and walk back to her car. She has the window rolled down.
"Sup?" I bend down to look into the car.
"Would it be too much to ask for your number?" She asks, blushing the whole time.
"Not at all." I smile and tell her my number. We say goodnight again and I meet Santana on the sidewalk.
"What was that about?" We start walking.
"She wants me." I grin.
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