A/N: I have no one to bug me and stop me from writing for a while, so I think I'll write another chapter to this. I'll probably also be posting the first chapter of another story while I'm at it. I know I shouldn't, but it won't get out of my head...
David was interrupted in his story as his nephew tugged on his pant leg. Jacob frowned as he looked up at his uncle, "Uncle David, I'm thirsty. Can I have some water?"
David had Paulette get up so that he could go get the little boy's drink. As he was pouring the drink, he thought about the story that he was telling the kids. It certainly hadn't had a happy ending for him. With a sigh, he brought himself back to reality. He walked back out to where the kids were, handing Jacob the water as he sat down.
He frowned as he thought, "Okay, where was I before I went to get the water?"
Paulette piped up excitedly, "You had just saw the pretty girl and Papa had told you her name!"
David nodded, "Oh, that's right...Autumn Michaels. That was her name and it really did fit her. She was like the season, colorful and warm..."
June 8th, 1900
I knew from the moment that I saw her that I had fallen in love. There was no other explanation for the butterflies in my stomach. I was so out of it that I didn't notice her come up to our table. Jack had to kick me in the shin to get my attention.
I let out a groan of pain that quickly ended when I saw those chocolate brown eyes looking at me curiously. She had a pad and pencil in her hand, "Hey Jack, who are these two? I've never seen them before."
Jack smiled, "Hey Autumn. These are my selling partners, David Jacobs and his little brother, Les. They're Sarah's brothers."
He said that as if it explained everything. Who knows, maybe it did. She seemed to understand, though, because she looked at my little brother, "Hi there, Les. I've heard so much about you...I'm Autumn Michaels. I suppose you'll be wanting a hot dog."
Les nodded excitedly, "Yeah, that'd be great, miss! I love hot dogs. Can I get a water too?"
Autumn laughed as she wrote in her pad, "Of course you can. And what would you like, David?"
I wasn't prepared for her to turn her attention to me. I started to sputter and blush, so that she gave me a weird look. I finally cleared my throat and managed to get out something coherent, "Uhhh...I'll just have a boot rear. I mean, a root beer. Yeah, that's good."
She laughed again as she walked away, shaking her head. Jack gave me an odd look, "Hey, you all right?"
I frowned as I blushed even more, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
Jack smirked, "Why do I ask? Let's see...because you asked for a boot rear. Davey, I don't think I've ever heard you say something wrong since I met you. Wait a minute...you like her, don't you?"
I shook my head and denied a little too quickly, "No, Jack...I just met her! I couldn't possibly like someone I just met like that. Besides, you just told me that she's Mush's girl."
Jack's smirk quickly disappeared as he nodded, "Yeah, they've been going out for about three months now and they seem pretty serious."
I thought about it for a minute and then frowned, "Hey, why haven't I seen her around before, anyways?"
Jack shrugged, "Well, she just got the job here last week and you haven't been to Tibby's for a while. Plus, you never come to the lodging house."
She came back with our stuff pretty quickly so our conversation was cut short. Nothing else really interesting happened that day, but I started going to Tibby's and the lodging house more. A lot more.
