Once a week, on Thursday, Samantha stopped into the bookstore and picked up a new book. He figured that she probably had a library by now.
After a month and a half working at Table of Contents, and many hour-long phone calls to his soon to be ex-wife, he finally got an apartment. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either--it was more like--empty.
Furniture was bought with the next weeks pay and before he knew it, he had a home. Now if only he had a family to raise in it...
"Have you finished reading it yet?" Samantha asked, standing on the other side of the counter and waiting for him to ring up her book.
"Finished reading what?" He ran the book and pointed at the screen that told her the price.
"Dating for Dummies." She paid him and stood holding the book and waiting for an answer.
"Oh! Yeah---it's done me alot of good. I've got dates coming out of my ears." He looked around the bookstore. "And when I'm not in this...hellhole, I'm having the time of my life."
"That's good."
Jack sighed. "How's Martin?"
Samantha shrugged. She made no move towards the door. "He moved---to Washington D.C."
Jack was shocked and he reached over and grabbed her hand as he noticed a lone tear rolling down her cheek. "Why?"
"His father got word of our relationship, didn't like the thought of it so he gave him two choices: lose me or lose his job."
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"It's alright. Who am I kidding? It never would have worked out anyways---it was just a fling."
"Still," he ran the pad of his thumb over the top of her hand, "you deserved to be happy."
Samantha nodded, staring at their hands, she waited a minute before asking softly, "when are you off?"
"I've got another hour before I close up."
"Want to---grab some dinner?"
He was even more shocked. The last time they had attempted to eat a decent meal together, it hadn't ended very well.
"Sure. Can you meet me back here in an hour?"
She smiled, reluctantly letting go of his hand. "Yeah... see you then."
"Bye."
To Be Continued...
After a month and a half working at Table of Contents, and many hour-long phone calls to his soon to be ex-wife, he finally got an apartment. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either--it was more like--empty.
Furniture was bought with the next weeks pay and before he knew it, he had a home. Now if only he had a family to raise in it...
"Have you finished reading it yet?" Samantha asked, standing on the other side of the counter and waiting for him to ring up her book.
"Finished reading what?" He ran the book and pointed at the screen that told her the price.
"Dating for Dummies." She paid him and stood holding the book and waiting for an answer.
"Oh! Yeah---it's done me alot of good. I've got dates coming out of my ears." He looked around the bookstore. "And when I'm not in this...hellhole, I'm having the time of my life."
"That's good."
Jack sighed. "How's Martin?"
Samantha shrugged. She made no move towards the door. "He moved---to Washington D.C."
Jack was shocked and he reached over and grabbed her hand as he noticed a lone tear rolling down her cheek. "Why?"
"His father got word of our relationship, didn't like the thought of it so he gave him two choices: lose me or lose his job."
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"It's alright. Who am I kidding? It never would have worked out anyways---it was just a fling."
"Still," he ran the pad of his thumb over the top of her hand, "you deserved to be happy."
Samantha nodded, staring at their hands, she waited a minute before asking softly, "when are you off?"
"I've got another hour before I close up."
"Want to---grab some dinner?"
He was even more shocked. The last time they had attempted to eat a decent meal together, it hadn't ended very well.
"Sure. Can you meet me back here in an hour?"
She smiled, reluctantly letting go of his hand. "Yeah... see you then."
"Bye."
To Be Continued...