11. Stalemate pt 2
It's been 5 days since Nat's seen Juice and she is running on auto-pilot. Since she had a mini breakdown the other day, she's been going to work and coming straight home. As she heads back in to the boutique from her morning 15 minute break, she notices she has a new message she didn't see before.
*Up for a GTA style ass-whipping J?*
Juice, I do miss hanging out with him I'm still trying to shake this mood. It's taking everything I have right now just to function at work. I hope he doesn't hate me.
She thinks about it for another minute and then texts back.
* not 2day-catch up with you a little later*
'Natalie, dear. Why don't you head out after the lunch rush? '
'Helen, are you sure? '
'Yes. It's not too busy and even though you say you are no longer ill, I can tell you are not yourself. Go, I'll be fine. '
Great, now my boss can even tell something's wrong. I got to get it together.
'Bye, Helen. I'll see you Wednesday.' Natalie waves to Helen as she leaves the boutique for the day.
Trying to think of a way to remove the funk she's still end, Natalie wanders down the street and winds up in front of the bar, her and Juice frequents.
Well, why not? I'm off and free til Wednesday.
'Hey, Dave,' Natalie greets the bartender warmly.
'Hi, Nat; to what do I owe this pleasure?'
'I'm off and in need of a little R & R,' she smiles warmly.
'So where's your buddy?' Dave asks referring to Juice.
'Just me today, Dave-the usual,' Natalie says sidestepping the question about Juice.
As she settles into her usual spot at the bar, Natalie starts on her first of many shots.
Back at TM
The printer is quietly whirling away as Juice taps his foot impatiently.
I'll just print everything now and look at it later. Don't want the Gemma or the guys noticing I'm not in the garage.
Grabbing all the documents, Juice quickly heads to his dorm, tucking the paperwork it in the last drawer in his nightstand and heads back to the garage.