Pizza Problem
"Carlotta" someone screamed from the pizza aisle
"What do you want? Can't you see I am busy ah?"
The young girl looked down and saw, through Carlotta's fashionable flip-flops, she was wearing toe separators.
"Well, yes, I can see that, but the thing is…" she gestured to the freezer, and Carlotta stared in horror.
"Ahhh! Rats! Go talk to Mr Andre. I am only the ASSISTANT manager!"
"What about the manager?" the girl asked. She had only just started here, but had never, even once seen the manager.
"The "Manager" does not come out during shop-hours…" she paused to look at the girls name tag "Christine. No one knows why. I don't see why Mr. Andre can't fire him. He never does anything!"
"But…why?" asked Christine, her face slightly pale.
"Well, child.." at this remark Christine started to go red. Child? I'm two years younger than her! "For years, odd and strange things have been happening here. Many of the staff here…excluding myself, believe that the Manager is some kind of…ghost!"
"But not you?" asked Christine
"Oh, DEFINETLY not La Carlotta!" said a giggling young girl. Carlotta let out a slight "Hmmph!" and flounced off.
"Meg Giry" the girl said holidng out her hand.
"Christine Daae" Christine shook the girls hand.
"Daae? You wouldn't be related to the lead singer of the rock band Swedish Obsession would you? Gustav Daae?"
Christine turned pink "Oh, yes. He's my father."
"I'm a huge fan! Could you get me an autograph?"
"Sure!" she laughed, and the two girls left the pizza aisle arms linked.
"Now," Christine asked. "Tell me about the phantom!"
The two girls giggled.
From his secret lair (the broom cupboard) Erik stomped about. This new girl…He was enchanted. Her hair, her eyes, her voice. He would have to make his move.
She would be his.