Hannah was busy stocking the magazine rack when the phone rang.
"Hello." Hannah said.
"Hello Hannah."
Great her mother, just what she needed.
"Hello mother." Hannah said.
"Dear, it's all over how you were hanging on Mark at the wedding yesterday. Now we can't have that, Mark is a nice fellow, but he's not in our social standing" Her mother said.
Hannah rolled her eyes.
"Mother, I tripped he caught me, that's all, and if I was interested in him, I wouldn't give a damn about social standing." Hannah said.
"Hannah you know I detest it when you curse, I don't know where we went wrong with you, first that dreadful bookstore and now staring rumors by hanging around with that wrestler and your father and I know you hang out in that dreadful bike shop with that old drug addict." Her mother said sounding like she was going to faint.
"Mother, I live my own life and I don't bother you, its none of your concern what I do." Hannah said.
"Hannah you are an ungrateful child, your father and I tried so hard with you, I just give up." Her mother said.
"Bye mother." Hannah said knowing she would call again next week like clockwork.
She looked at the time, it was after 6:00 pm. She locked the doors to the store and decided to walk down to the bike shop.
"Hey Joey." Hannah called out as she walked in.
"Baby girl." Joey called out from across the shop.
Hannah walked over and handed him the plate of cookies.
"Home made cookies, girl you're too good to me." Joey said getting up to kiss her cheek.
Joey was around 50. He had graying long hair tied back in a pony tail a long scraggily beard and twinkling blue eyes.
He was also Hannah's best friend. She had met him when she had moved in two years ago to renovate the building. She had taken a walk at lunch to take a look around and had stopped at the bike shop fascinated with the motorcycles. She had walked in to look at the bikes when Joey had walked up.
"What can I help ya with?" He had asked.
"Uhh nnnnothing, I was jjjust looking, is tthat okay?" Hannah had asked nervously.
Joey had taken one look at her and knew this kid needed a friend. He had bought her a soda and even let her set on a few of the bikes. Her nervousness had vanished in minutes around him. They had been good friends since that day. He knew all about her screwed up family. Joey felt bad for her, and tried to be there for her.
"Girl ya missed lunch today." Joey said.
"Well I'll come tomorrow and bring you fried chicken." Hannah promised smiling.
Joey grinned.
"It's a deal. So what were you doing today, you hardly ever miss lunch." Joey said.
"Well I uhh kinda had something to do." Hannah said avoiding the question.
"Did my baby girl, met a guy?" Joey asked throwing his arm around her. He seen her blush when he asked the question, it had to be a guy.
"No, not like that. Mark Callaway is back home, and I took him some cookies to welcome him home." Hannah said blushing again.
"So that old dog is back for good, huh. Well good, I'll be glad to see him again. But you be careful, he's a real ladies man, if he messes with ya, I'll beat his ass." Joey said.
Joey never had any kids and he had come to think of Hannah as his kid, he loved her to death and would fight a bear for her.
Hannah laughed.
"Joey your so silly, he wouldn't go for a girl like me." Hannah said.
"I told ya I don't want to here you running you're self down, you're a beautiful girl." Joey said sternly.
"Yes sir." Hannah said laughing.
"That's better girl, now all the guys have left for the day; want to help me work on this bike?" Joey asked.
"Sure.
Hannah said and plopped down beside him.
Joey watched Hannah pick up a piece and start cleaning it.
He would have a talk with Mark and let him know Hannah was not to be trifled with.
Hannah lay in the bed and opened the book.
Number four: To catch the man you want, you have to be feminine. Once you have him noticing you, dress in pretty dresses, curl your hair, take that extra effort with your appearance, after all you want to keep his attention on you.
Hannah laid the book down. Looks like a shopping trip was in order. She didn't think she owned a dress. She had rollers. She would fix her hair tomorrow and go shopping for clothes.
She picked up the book and looked over the next few items. They were tips on how to flirt with a man.
Expose your neck, that's a sign to a man that you desire him and they find it sexy.
Lock eyes with him and gaze deeply in his eyes, it shows a man you have a sexual interest in him.
Okay she could do this; she would work on this tomorrow.
She smiled as she lay down and thought of Mark, he was so handsome, every time she thought of him her heart beat faster. Every day she would move closer to realizing her dream. She turned and fell to sleep with Mark very much on her mind.
