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Molly's P.O.V.
At work the next day I was actually more bored than I had been before, which I didn't even think was possible. Not even Mayor Hamilton had called in for anything. For two hours I had been sitting there with nothing but the sound of my fingers tapping against the wood countertop and the refrigerator in the next room humming constantly. It wasn't until the clock struck two that I realized exactly how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten since six that morning.
And just like an answer to my prayers the front door open, causing the bell above the door to ring. I straightened up, watching as Chase walked into the building and looked around.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
He jumped a little, looking over at me from the front door. A whickered by a checkered red towel danged from his forearm as he stared at me from across the room. At first he hesitated, but after a second he started over toward the counter. "Is Dale around?" he asked shortly.
"No he's at the Town Hall today working on renovations," I replied. "He won't be back until later." Chase placed the basket in front of me and raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Yolanda told me I had to make a lunch delivery today. Are you…working here or something?" His grip on the basket didn't loosen.
"Uh, yeah, for a few days anyway."
I had never taken a good look at Chase since I had been there. As he was standing there in front of me I wondered why I hadn't. He was extremely attractive. His face was long and skinny, and his high cheekbones fell just below his brilliant purple eyes. He was a little taller than me, enough so he was looking down at me as we spoke, and even though he was a chef he had almost no fat on his body.
"So I guess this lunch is supposed to be just for you then?" he asked. He let go of the basket and headed back toward the door. His abruptness almost startled me. As he waked away I felt as though the wind was knocked out of me, and I couldn't respond.
"Wait," I called out finally.
Chase turned around, looking at me as if I totally ruined his day by speaking again and holding him back.
"What do I owe you?" I asked quietly.
He shrugged, and turned back around. "I was told it was already paid for, so nothing," he replied. And then he was gone. He pushed through the door and disappeared behind it.
That first interaction I had ever had with Chase was so quick that I barely even realized it was happening. Those few times I had seen him at the Sundae Inn there was something about the look he gave me, the one dripping with loathing and judgment, that drew me in. Back at home I had met boys like him, overly sarcastic, sharp-tongued, and brooding. They were all the same: they acted as if they didn't give a shit about anything but deep down there was some insecurity or secret past that caused them to be guarded and unpleasant. The walls those guys put up were not easily broken down, but when they did fall you found a totally different person. I had been always been drawn into those types of people, maybe that's what cased me to stare at Chase the way I did.
For the rest of my shift the only person I could think about was Chase. My mind reeled as to what his problem was. Sure, he could probably be a really great guy once I got to know him, but I wasn't sure I wanted to. Guys like Chase were, to put it simply, lonely. And I had already had my fair share of rude boyfriends. There was something about him though, that kept him stuck in my head.
Luke had returned first, relieving me of my duty. When he walked in he threw his axe by the door and kicked off his shoes, stretching his arms back and yawning loudly. "Man, that renovation has got to be the biggest job we've done in this town," he groaned. Hamilton can be even more of a perfectionist than his loser son." He collapsed on a couch in the corner, throwing his head back against the wall.
"That Gill kid, right?" I asked turning the key to the register and throwing the key into the draw next to me. "He seemed nice enough to me." I walked over to where Luke was sitting and sat down on the arm of the chair across from him.
Luke's head snapped up. "Yeah, that's because his life goal isn't to ruin your life."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Ruin your life? I feel like your exaggerating."
"Maybe," he replied. "But the guy hates me and everything I do is wrong to him. So when he showed up tonight dad let me leave."
"It's that bad?" I asked.
Luke shrugged. "Eh, we have the occasional spat." He stood up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and leaving into it, staring at whatever was inside. "Anyway, dad put me in charge of cooking duty because dumb ol' Chase didn't have time to make us dinner tonight. By the way did you get your lunch?" He slammed the door shut and moved on to the cabinets.
"Yeah I did, thanks so much it was great."
"Dad figured we should feed you. You know, that's what neighbors do. So this is a total joke, I don't think I have ever even turned this stove on before." He grabbed the handle of the oven and opened it, inspecting it.
"That's an oven, Luke," I giggled.
He just looked up at me, no indication of embarrassment at all. "See," he cried. "It's hopeless I don't even know what this damn thing is called!"
I stood up then, walking over to where he stood and opening the refrigerator. "How about this, since I have no food or money and I desperately need to eat, I'll cook you guys something if I can stay for dinner."
Luke's face lit up. "Deal," he said enthusiastically. "But only if you let me help, I mean, a little."
I grabbed an old apron that was hanging on a hook near the window. "Alright," I said. "Let's get started."
After dinner was over Luke insisted on walking me home. It was almost nine o'clock, and if I wanted to get all of my chores done in time for work the next morning, I would have to get to bed. We were walking past the forest, Luke's hands were stuffed in his pockets and he was smiling to himself.
"Man that pasta was amazing, I swear you could give Chase a run for his money," Luke said.
"I seriously doubt that," I replied. "I had some of his tomato soup today. It was amazing. And last night I had chicken pot pie at dinner and it was probably some of the best pot pie I've ever had."
Luke looked down at me then. "Oh right, you and Owen went out to dinner. How was that?"
"Good. Kind of got me to talk to everyone, I'm not so good with getting to know new people." I could see my house peaking out in the distance, the light from my kitchen still on from this morning.
"Yeah well if you're trying to get to know people, Owen makes that easy," Luke replied. "He's really laid back, like me. That's why we get along so well. Unlike all of the snooty people in this town." He scoffed as we walked up to my door.
"Oh come on, you're being harsh," I smiled.
"Maybe, but Owen really is an awesome guy." Before stepping off of my front porch Luke winked at me, turning on his heel to head back to his house. For a minute I just stared at him, watching him disappear behind the trees like I had done with Owen the night before, wondering what on earth he meant by that. After shrugging it off I stepped into my house and got ready for bed.