Here's part 2!
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Sometimes, I hate my mother's genes.
Yeah, I get a good survival instinct, but the blushing at every little thing? It's annoyong.
I don't even know why I was blushing when Violet came into the shop.
It was about 3 on Sunday afternoon, so the final customers of the after church rush were just trickling out.
I didn't even know why I blushed when she walked in, I barely knew her!
Well, maybe I knew.
For one, I was kind of half dressed I first saw her.
But another reason was that she looked stunning.
Her hair was windblown, and her cheeks were pink from heat and exertion, and she was smiling a smile worthy of a princess.
She was wearing strange pants and tall riding boots.
When she spotted me, she waved, and I called her over.
She was practically bouncing as she walked over.
"Hey. Um, so, you look like you had fun." I said, cursing my lack of wittiness.
"Yeah," Her smile glowed. "I had a pretty good day."
"That's good." Yeah, Henry, be even more awkward, that's sure to help.
"So, um…" I frantically grasp for something to say. "What's with the outfit?"
I want to kick myself as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I talk to a pretty girl and insult her clothing. Good going.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." My subconscious sneers. "You don't like her, remember. Barely know her."
She looked down, not hearing my mental struggles.
She looked down. "Oh." She laughed. "I was riding. I guess it does look really strange if you're not used to it."
Crisis averted. Internally, I sighed in relief.
"So, where are you from?" I asked, trying to avoid awkward.
"New York. Manhattan, actually." She answers.
Wow.
"What was that like?" I asked.
"Nothing like here, that's for sure." She laughed.
I opened my mouth to answer, when my mom cut me off.
"Henry, order for table 9!"
I deliver table 9 their food, a bunch of giggly soon-to-be sophomores.
"Um, you work here all summer?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Yeah. My family owns the place. I thought if I was going to be hanging around here all summer, I might as well make some cash. Even though I make less than minimum wage!"
I directed the last part into the kitchen where my mom was.
"Whatever Henry!" She called back. "I am your mother."
I raised my eyebrow, looking at Violet.
"I should go to the law." I said. "It might actually work, the law is my uncle. He adores me."
She giggled adorably.
"So, um, how do you like Storybrooke?" I asked. "Probably nothing on New York."
She shrugged. "I don't know. Storybrooke has open space, peace and quiet, and definitely much nicer people."
"I'm not sure if I should be offended or pleased." I smirked.
She laughed aloud. "No, no, I mean, you guys were so nice, letting us in at 6 in the morning. I I barely knew my neighbors in New York."
"Really?" I smiled.
"Yeah. I called one of them 'The Lady Next Door'." She giggled again.
I burst out laughing. "No way."
"Yeah. I wish I knew her name. She had a lot of cats." Came the answer.
A bunch of girls got up from their tables, giggling and whispering loudly.
"Bye Henry!" One of them called.
"Um, bye." I said. trying to place who exactly they were.
They didn't seem to notice, they just giggled harder.
"Okay…" I muttered, confused.
"Friends of yours?" Violet asked, a small smirk on her face.
"Not really. Barely know them." I shrugged.
"Okay…" She giggled.
"Henry…" Mom called.
"Yes Mother?" I called back, trying to make my voice as mockingly sweet as possible.
"Get the order from table 2. You were supposed to get it when they came in. You're working, remember?" I could practically hear her rolling her eyes from here.
I rolled mine back. "On it."
I handed my Mom the order, and went back to Violet.
"As my mother so aptly reminded me, I am working. So, can I get you something?" I asked.
"Um, actually, we don't have anything in the fridge yet, so my dad and I need food for tonight." She said.
"Sure. What do you guys want?" I asked.
"Anything." She shrugged. "What do you recommend?"
"I'd recommend the hamburgers." I said.
"Alright. We'll have a couple of those then." She smiled.
I talked to Mom, who boxed up a couple hamburgers.
"Thanks! Um…" She pulled some money out of her wallet. "Here."
"No, don't-" I began.
She cut me off. "I checked the menu. That is the the approximate cost of this food, a couple cents over." She looked at me intensely.
"Okay." I said, her eyes boring into me.
"Thank you so much for this. It was fun talking to you, but I'll let you get back to work." She said.
"Bye." I said.
"Bye!" She called behind her.
As she left, I had to shake myself out of it.
I was going insane.
I told you it was cliched...