CHAPTER 2, Still day 2
It wasn't funny anymore. Yesterday she had laughed about it. Today, Kyle was thoroughly confused. Shaking the negative thoughts from her head, Kyle gave the menu her attention. And just for the sake of her sanity she decided to order something different than she had the day before. When Ruby came back, Kyle tossed out her order and shoved the menu aside. She was alone in this screwed up town. Her head was beginning to pound and her stomach was suddenly protesting at the lack of food. While she waited on her order, Kyle grabbed her phone and decided to message her Twitter family again.
You guys, I have no idea what I've gotten myself into, but I think I drove straight into the Twilight Zone! I seriously hope everyone's day is starting off better than mine!
And then there was Catherine.
Bless! Maybe it's just meant to be! Did you flirt with her? Maybe if you were flirty, she'd forgive you. You CAN be charming when you want to be.
Kyle shook her head.
This woman is wearing power suits and ready to kick my ass. I'm a tee/jeans kind of 'guy'. She's way outta my league. And I don't think it's me so much that she's pissed at. I just think she's angry in general. I just made it worse.
Then there's the fact that the minute I started talking to her, every word out of her mouth was exactly the same as it was yesterday. Even the waitress is acting like she doesn't know me. Does that seem weird to you?
Send. Kyle waited patiently for something helpful or witty to come her way.
Not weird at all. You've probably just gotten yourself stuck in some kind of time continuum and are being forced to repeat the same day over and over until you get your shit together and figure out how to NOT piss this woman off.
And didn't you say before that no one was out of your league?
Witty. Of course. Kyle laughed out loud and quickly looked around before covering her mouth and continuing to laugh.
NOT helpful! Lol You should see this woman.
Send. And the response was almost immediate.
I'm going to need picture proof.
Kyle laughed and shook her head.
How in the hell do you propose I pull that off? You know what? Forget that. I'll have your picture. Stay tuned.
Kyle sat her phone to the side as Ruby returned with her food, dropping it off and walking away. Kyle ate her breakfast in silence, sending a few messages back and forth with the other girls. When she was finished, Kyle remained in her seat while she waited on her change from the bill.
"So you're not from around here?" Ruby asked as she handed Kyle the money she owed her.
"Just passing through." Kyle answered. She skipped finishing off the cup of coffee this time, suddenly wondering if she should be eating or drinking anything in this town. "I'm on a road trip."
"Alone?" Ruby's sad look on her face caused Kyle to laugh again.
Kyle nodded. She was giving up. For some reason, this woman had no clue who she was, despite meeting each other the day before. "Yeah. Which is probably how I managed to get lost. I was blaming my GPS, but if I had been paying better attention, I wouldn't have driven an hour out of my way and ended up here."
"GPS?"
"Yeah. Nevermind." Kyle just smiled. Eager to leave, she dropped a tip on the counter and threw her hand up as she walked out the door and mumbled "Good luck with your Mayor!"
Kyle sprinted to her truck, eager to find out exactly what had been wrong with it. When she rounded the back driver's side, she expected to find a bill or something stuck to the windshield or driver's side door, knowing she'd have to go pay and get her key back. Finding no trace of a bill, Kyle took a deep breath and started off to the other side of the street to talk to the mechanic. Pulling her keys out of her back pocket, Kyle looked down as she stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped dead in her tracks. Flipping through her keys, she looked up to see if anyone was watching her and threw her head back.
"No way. No fucking way." Kyle was standing there with her truck key in her hand, distinctly remembering that she had handed it to the shop owner the morning before. Making a beeline for her truck, Kyle opened her truck door and hopped into the driver's seat. Shoving the key into the ignition, she said a silent prayer to whoever might be listening and turned the key. Nothing happened. "DAMNIT!"
Kyle was out of the truck and slamming the door before she could stop herself. All she wanted to do was get out of town and it was starting to feel like the entire world was working against her. Momentarily forgetting she was in public, Kyle kicked her front tire and yelled something incoherently before slamming her hand down on the hood of the truck. She ran both hands over her face and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Is there a problem?"
Kyle jumped at the sound of a voice behind her. She turned around to find the Sheriff standing there with her arms across her chest. Conveniently just like the day before. Are all the women in this town crazy? The Sheriff continued to stare at Kyle until she finally responded.
"No. Not at all." Kyle shook her head, attempting to calm down and wondered just how much the woman had seen of her fit today. "Sorry. I forgot you're a cop."
"The Sheriff, actually." Emma cocked her head to the side again and Kyle waited for what was coming next. "So, uh, what was that all about?"
"Sorry about that outburst, Sheriff. I-"
"Yeah, that's not what I asked you." The Sheriff took a step towards Kyle, but this time she didn't bother to move.
"My truck won't start." Kyle leaned back against the door and looked over at the woman standing next to her. Emma looked across the street in the direction of the garage and back to Kyle. The whole morning had Kyle completely exhausted and she hadn't even done anything except have breakfast. "I need to get it looked at."
"I didn't catch your name."
"Kyle." The Sheriff accepted Kyle's hand when she offered it. "Sorry. It's the only name I have and your Mayor doesn't seem to like it very much."
"Ah. You met Regina, then. Let me guess, you pissed her off?"
"Yep." Kyle nodded and shrugged. There wasn't much she could do about it now.
"Not surprised. I'd congratulate you, but you're not the first. That's typically my job. I'm Emma. Swan."
"Thanks for stopping, Sheriff." Kyle pushed away from the truck and stood up straight. Somehow she needed to get the mechanic to work on her truck now. "I guess I need to go see...Michael?"
"Yeah. Tell him I sent you over." Emma said as she turned to leave, heading in the direction of Granny's. Maybe it was something about the diner that was causing the day from hell and wreaking havoc on Kyle's life? With any luck, Kyle thought to herself, she wouldn't have to investigate the idea.
"Thanks, Sheriff."
. . .
"Well it's not a dead battery, that's for sure." Michael dropped the hood on Kyle's truck and dusted off his hands. "I'll get a couple of my guys to give it a push over to the shop and we'll take a look at it first thing in the morning."
"Ohhh no!" Kyle was shaking her head. There wasn't a chance in hell she was going to let him walk away this time. "You don't understand. I need you to fix it today. Now. I'm only passing through. I'm not staying here again!"
"I already have a couple of cars in my shop as it is." Michael shoved his dirty rag into his back pocket. "Looking at it tomorrow is me doing you a favor. I'll need your key, ma'am."
"Do I look like a ma'am to you?" Kyle deadpanned. But Michael didn't respond. Of course he wouldn't respond because that wasn't part of the monologue yesterday. God forbid!
"You'll want to go see Granny. She runs the Inn as well as the diner." Michael said as he took the truck key from Kyle and turned to walk away.
"Why did I stop?" Kyle asked herself as she opened the back end of her truck. She grabbed the two bags she'd taken with her yesterday and headed back to Granny's to see Ruby about a room. Reminding herself as she walked, Kyle knew she didn't have anywhere in particular to be. There was just something that wasn't sitting right. Maybe Catherine was right. Maybe I AM stuck in the fucking Twilight Zone time continuum thingy she mentioned. "One day and you've lost your mind!"
"You're back!" Ruby's voiced piped in as soon as Kyle walked back through the doors of the diner. "And you have bags. Did you decide to stay?"
"Actually I'm trapped here." Kyle sighed dejectedly and wondered just how far this whole thing was going to go. "I'm sorry Ruby. My truck won't start. Again. The guy across the street said he would fix it this morning but now he's telling me it's going to be tomorrow morning and he said 'You'll need to see Granny about a room'. So here I am. Again."
"Or me!" Ruby's bubbly personality wasn't cutting it for Kyle anymore. All she wanted to do was get back to the room she hadn't even checked out of, but apparently hadn't even been in yet if you asked these people. She would just lock herself away until her truck was fixed. If she could just get into the room she would be safe. "Granny, we have a guest! I'm just going to take her over to the Inn and get her checked in!"
Instead of taking the lead, Kyle allowed Ruby to walk in front of her. She attempted to avoid talking, but somehow the conversation from the previous day was repeating itself. Just as they walked through the archway of the courtyard, Kyle was thankful not to see the Mayor standing there. Kyle reached to pull her phone out of her pocket when it caught her belt loop and slipped out of her hands. She kept walking and bent down to pick it up. As she was standing back up, Kyle crashed straight into Regina, causing Ruby to gasp. Again.
"Son of a bitch. I cannot win." Kyle mumbled and exhaled loudly.
"You." If looks or words could kill, Kyle and Ruby would both be dead. Twice.
"Madam Mayor, I was just taking-"
"Yourself for a walk?" Regina raised her perfectly manicured eyebrow at Ruby whose shoulders dropped on cue. Ruby slinked away just as she'd done the day before without so much as a word.
"Ruby, wait!" Kyle yelled after her, hoping to change the course of things, but Ruby failed to pay her any attention. When Ruby stopped in the same spot several yards away, Regina turned back to Kyle and stared blankly at her. "I just want to get a room."
"You have bags." Eyebrow still raised a mile high, Regina waited for Kyle to respond. "Why are you still in my town?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer." Kyle laughed at her own response and wondered if Regina would have anything to say. After a moment went by without a word, the staring contest ended. Kyle turned to walk away but stopped suddenly when Catherine's message popped into her head. Unlocking her phone, Kyle stepped back up to the Mayor, held up her phone and snapped a picture without even asking. She smirked to herself at the disgusted look on the woman's face, but didn't give her a chance to react before she jogged away. When she caught up to Ruby the repetitive morning resumed.
"I don't know what you said to her, but I could see the vein on her forehead from here." Ruby laughed. "That wasn't very smart, you know?"
"Yeah, well...We'll see how tomorrow goes and then I'll worry about how pissed off she is right now!"
Once she was safely tucked away in the same room as the day before, Kyle threw herself back on the bed and quickly sent the pic to her friend.
See. Told you she was hot.
It took a moment, but eventually Catherine responded.
Eh. She's okay. But definitely your type. You're screwed. And unfortunately, probably not in the good kind of way.
Day 5
Miraculously, day three had gone by without incident. It only took Kyle until the end of day two to realize that the Mayor clearly had a routine. Knowing that she would be leaving the diner at 8:30 every morning made it easy for Kyle to avoid the confrontation altogether. She had simply waited on the sidewalk at the entrance of the Inn and watched until the Mayor was long gone before going to get something to eat. Ruby had still somehow managed to forget Kyle overnight, so she'd had to check into the Inn all over again just like the days before. However, much to Kyle's relief, stalling until well after the Mayor had come and gone had changed things up a bit. Her conversation with Ruby had changed and somehow she'd managed to say little more than asking for a room which she managed to hide out in until the next morning.
Day four had basically repeated itself. Surprise, surprise. Kyle managed to avoid the Mayor and the Sheriff both, again. She watched as everyone around her seemed to do the exact same things they'd done the day before but found she could alter the routines slightly if she simply interacted with them. The only problem was that the next day, no one seemed to remember the day before. Every morning she checked her truck only to find that it still wouldn't start. Something about this town was seriously holding her hostage. Or better yet, she'd decided that everyone in the town was being held hostage and she was the only one who had any idea it was happening.
On the morning of day five, Kyle rolled out of bed and started gathering her things. Taking her bags back and forth to her vehicle was already getting old. Much like everything else that was happening. Every day she seemed to wake up at exactly 7:45 in the morning despite having set an alarm for a much earlier hour. And in her head, it was Wednesday, but clearly she was stuck in the never ending Friday. Sitting back down on the bed, Kyle looked around and wondered what would happen if she simply left her things in the room and went about her day. No time like the present to find out. Kyle was determined to find out just how much she could change things up. What would it matter? It would all start right back over in the morning anyway.
"Why the hell not?" Kyle jumped up. She quickly changed her clothes, grabbed her phone and started to send a message to Catherine as she was walking out of the room.
I feel a change of pace coming on today. What are the chances of me getting arrested for having a little fun?
Send. A moment later, her response was buzzing in her hand as she reached the front sidewalk.
Well do you plan on breaking the law? If so, that's going to depend on you getting caught. Or what kind of mood the Sheriff is in. Are you going to terrorize the town or just mess with people's heads?
By the way, is it still Friday to everyone there? Because the fact that it's actually Wednesday means something really freaky is going on. But I'm intrigued and curious about how long this is going to go on. And how do you get it to stop?
Kyle laughed and shook her head.
Not doing anything illegal. Yet. Planning to avoid the Sheriff. I actually like her. No terrorizing the town. Yet. Just thought I'd wing it. But I'm probably about to run into Regina and we know she's not my biggest fan.
As Kyle hit send, she quite literally ran into Regina who was walking through the archway of Granny's courtyard. Kyle's phone tumbled out of her hands and landed a couple feet away from where they were standing. She did her best not to laugh at the look that immediately washed over Regina's face. The woman was pissed and rightfully so. But luckily, she still hadn't spilled her coffee. Kyle had no idea what to say and wondered how long it would take for the fuming woman to choke the life out of her regardless of the fact that she was a stranger.
"Excuse you." Regina's words were clipped and precise.
"Me? You knocked my phone out of my hand. I don't see your coffee on the ground." Kyle had yet to pick up said phone, refusing to take her eyes off the tenacious brunette in front of her.
"Because you were not watching where you were going." Regina was getting more annoyed as the seconds and minutes ticked by and the vein on her forehead was slowly starting to show. Kyle briefly wondered just how far she could push before the woman strangled her right there on the sidewalk. She really was wound up tight and Kyle couldn't help but wonder why. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
"My mother. My name is Kyle and it's not a man's name, despite the thought I know is going through your head right now." Kyle smarted off without missing a beat but then another thought occurred to her. "How do you know I wasn't watching where I was going? If you saw me supposedly not paying attention, then this whole thing is your fault. Did you want to run into me because you don't know who I am?"
"What are you doing in my town?" Regina plastered a fake smile on her face and Kyle was slightly concerned about what this woman could be capable of. She was the Mayor after all.
"That's right. You're the Mayor, right? Mayor Mills?" Kyle nodded and watched Regina's eyes grow curious. Most likely wondering how Kyle knew who she was, when she didn't know who Kyle was. "I've heard about you."
"And what does that mean?" Regina was taken aback by Kyle's subtle attitude. No one ever talked back to Regina, least of all someone she didn't know. Didn't this person know they were talking to the Evil Queen? Well, the former Evil Queen. Regina only thought of herself that way before coffee every morning. And who the hell was this person anyway? Regina wondered how it was possible for someone to be in her town for 32 years and never have run into them. She stuck her chin out defiantly. "Explain yourself."
"Yeah...no." Kyle finally responded, annoyed with the woman's attitude. Just as she was about to walk away, on a whim Kyle did the first thing that came to mind. Reaching out, Kyle nailed the bottom of Regina's coffee cup, sending it tumbling out of her hand. Being the smart woman that she was, Regina jumped back instead of trying to save the hot drink. Kyle covered her mouth and laughed at the horrified look on the Mayor's face until she surveyed the scene and realized the consequences of her actions.
"Are you insane? What the hell is wrong with you?"
Regina was about to lunge for Kyle just as she bent down and picked up her phone. It was dripping wet with coffee and Kyle shook it to get as much off of it as she could. She'd have to clean it up in the diner. The woman whose coffee her phone was wearing was all but forgotten as Kyle attempted to wipe the drink off with her free hand. The phone and her hands both were going to be a sticky mess. That was definitely her own fault, but more than worth it to see the look on the regal woman's face. Regina was stopped short when they both heard someone coming and turned to find the Sheriff walking their way. She had apparently witnessed the whole incident and picked up her pace because she was clearly trying to walk fast enough to reach them without actually running.
"What's going on here?" Emma asked as she came to a stop just shy of the puddle of coffee. Thinking quickly, Kyle reached back down and picked up the coffee cup as well and wondered how much the Sheriff had actually seen. Kyle had been facing the direction Emma had come from, but hadn't seen her beforehand. "Regina? Everything okay?"
"We just had a little accident." Kyle smiled innocently and spoke up before Regina had the chance to. "The Mayor didn't see me and we ran into each other. I was almost wearing her coffee." Kyle let out a nervous laugh. Regina still wasn't speaking and Kyle was quite proud of herself for leaving the woman so speechless. "My phone however, wasn't quite so lucky. No worries Mayor Mills. I'm sure it survived."
"You're not going to!" Regina raised her hand and Kyle had no idea what she was about to do, but she was stopped short when Emma quickly grabbed her arm.
"OOO-KAY!" Emma's voice got a little high pitched as she urged Regina to put her hand down. "I'm sure it was all just a misunderstanding. Right, Regina?"
Regina looked at the Sheriff; the urge to argue was clearly on the tip of her tongue. And Kyle watched in fascination as she slowly conceded to the Sheriff's urging. Kyle made a mental note to find out what that was all about. Later, of course. For now, she was going to take her leave while the Mayor was distracted by the Sheriff. She'd have to find out later what other buttons she could push. Surely something was bound to give and put an end to this rinse and repeat day. Kyle just needed to figure out what it was. Before Regina could respond to the Sheriff, Kyle spoke up instead.
"Nice talking to you." Kyle threw her hand up as she stepped away from the scene of the accident. With a smirk she added, "Mayor."
. . .
"Ruby?" Kyle caught the waitress's attention as she was finishing up her food. Ruby slid Kyle's bill across the table and quirked an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "Do you know where I might find the Sheriff? I...saw her out front this morning. Does she...have a routine or is the Sheriff's Station close by?"
"Emma?" Ruby's stare was questioning but she didn't inquire as to how Kyle might know the Sheriff. Never mind the fact that Emma hadn't even introduced herself this time around. The truth was Kyle didn't know the Sheriff. But she did have some questions for her. "She was probably just making her morning rounds. Sometimes she does that on foot. Uhm...you can probably find her at the station. It's just around the corner. I can give her a call, if you'd like?"
"No! No, that's not necessary. I'm just having some car trouble and have some questions for her."
"Shouldn't you talk to the mechanic about car trouble?" Ruby seemed confused and rightfully so. Kyle was an outsider and suddenly she was asking questions and acting like she knew people she couldn't possibly know. At least, not as far as Ruby was concerned. "Michael's right across the street. He could probably-"
"Thanks for your help, Ruby!" Kyle cut her off only feeling slightly bad about it. It's not like Ruby would remember it tomorrow anyway. Kyle pulled out her wallet and left enough money for her food and a tip. "I gotta run. Maybe we'll see each other around!"
Several minutes later, after wondering around a couple of blocks, Kyle finally stumbled onto the Sheriff's station and noticed a cruiser sitting outside. Given the fact that Emma had been walking the last time Kyle had seen her, meant that it made no difference whether or not the cruiser was in front of the building. That didn't mean the Sheriff was there. When she entered the building, Kyle took note of the eerie silence but quickly brushed it off. In a zero stop light kind of town, it was unlikely there was very much crime. Kyle was hard pressed not to be surprised the town even had a Sheriff. When she finally found an open door at the end of a long hall, Kyle stuck her head around the corner and saw Emma sitting behind a desk in an office mainly enclosed in glass. Knocking on the door, Kyle unintentionally startled Emma out of whatever task she was currently concentrating on.
"Sheriff Swan?" Kyle smiled and walked further into the room, stopping in the doorway of the inner office. Emma looked up at the stranger standing in her doorway and smiled. Kyle could see the hesitancy in her eyes, but still she smiled even though Emma was most likely wondering how the new person in town could possibly know her name. "Got your name from the waitress at the diner. I was hoping I could ask you some questions?"
"How about I ask you some questions first?" Emma stood up, gesturing to the seat across from her desk, suggesting that Kyle take a seat. Emma Swan was about the same height as Kyle but somehow her authoritative demeanor managed to get the point across. Kyle sat down and waited for whatever was coming next. "You sure managed to piss Regina off this morning."
"Is...that a question?"
"It doesn't really take much to rile Regina up." Emma commented again and Kyle wondered when the actual questions would happen. "We also don't really get many visitors here in Storybrooke. Actually, we don't get any visitors here in Storybrooke."
"I'm not sure how to answer any of those...questions?" Kyle stared at Emma with a look of confusion. Why is everyone in this town so fucking weird? It was almost like they were hiding something. "I actually didn't come here on purpose."
Emma tossed her pen onto a stack of paperwork and walked around, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. The Sheriff stared at Kyle for several long moments before finally speaking up again. "What's your name?"
"Kyle. Parker." Kyle held out her hand but Emma only glanced at it before standing up and moving to take a seat behind her desk again. There was something about Emma she liked, but at the same time, it was almost as if the woman was on guard and Kyle couldn't help but wonder why. Looking at her hand, Kyle dropped it back to the arm of the chair. Would the awkward situations never end? "I was going to ask if you had any tourism info. Since I'm here, I might as well take in the sights."
"Regina isn't going to like that." Emma smirked and shook her head. She might not have been fond of the newcomer but Kyle wasn't setting off any alarms which made Emma even more curious. "And there's really not a lot to do here. Unless you enjoy hiking or windy walks on the beach."
"Maybe I'll grab my camera out of my truck and go do that." Kyle nodded thoughtfully at the idea.
"You're a photographer." Emma stated but it almost sounded like a question.
"No. I just like taking pictures in my spare time." She shrugged and slouched down in the chair a little. "I'm from Florida. I was on a road trip, driving up the coast and somehow I got lost and ended up here. It seemed like as good a place as any to stop and rest."
"Well if you need anything while you're here, just let me know." Emma stood then and Kyle realized she was being dismissed. Somehow she'd gotten sidetracked from why she'd even come to the Sheriff's office to begin with but that was fine. There was always tomorrow.
"Thanks, Sheriff."
. . .
Stopping by her truck, Kyle rifled around in the bag and dug out her backpack with her camera equipment in it. Unable to drive her truck anywhere, she locked it up and set off walking through town. The entire place was surrounded by woods; she was bound to find a hiking trail at some point or another. A couple blocks into town, Kyle looked to her right and saw a sign in front of a building stating that it was the town hall with the Mayor's title and name below it. Kyle immediately veered off course and headed straight for the building in question. Once inside, she followed the information boards until she came to a secretary sitting outside a large and somewhat fancy door.
"Can I help you?" The young girl behind the desk asked politely.
"Yeah. I was wondering if your Mayor might be free?"
The girl picked up the phone and spoke quietly to someone who Kyle assumed was most likely the Mayor herself. She had no plan whatsoever and was surprised when the girl hung up the phone and told Kyle she could go into the office. Kyle wasn't religious and sure as hell wasn't Catholic, but for some reason she felt the urge to cross herself before grabbing the doorknob and pushing the door open. As she stepped into the large office, Kyle found it mildly overwhelming but barely had time to look around before the Mayor looked up to see who was bothering her without an appointment.
"Out." Regina stood up the minute she saw the offensive stranger walking into her office and pointed to the door she'd just come through. "Get out of my office. Right now."
"Mayor Mills. If I could just-"
"No! You don't get to talk." Regina cut Kyle off mid-sentence. "After that stunt you pulled this morning, I-"
"I came to apologize for that." Kyle interrupted her this time. She wasn't actually sorry. The woman was abrasive and needed to calm down. She'd totally deserved having Kyle flip her cup out of her hand. She was just lucky not to be wearing it. Regina looked at Kyle in disbelief, waiting for whatever was coming next. "I was thinking maybe I could buy you a coffee tomorrow morning? Or breakfast even?"
Regina didn't bother to respond. The clenching of her jaw and lack of words was enough. Kyle had to resist the urge to smile. Regina Mills was hot. She took note of the absence of a ring on the Mayor's left hand and wondered briefly how old she was. She looked young enough. Probably close to Kyle's age. But she was the Mayor. Kyle snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed the woman's facial expression change from anger to something along the lines of curiosity and annoyance.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
Kyle looked down at her t-shirt, jeans and converse.
"Clothes?" Kyle shrugged in confusion then smirked to herself. Looking Regina in the eyes, an action in itself which denoted a challenge, Kyle added, "Should I not be?"
"I'm talking about that hideous thing on your back." Regina raised an eyebrow, not finding Kyle amusing at all.
Ah. The backpack. Kyle laughed. "You don't like my turtle shell?"
"How old are you?" Regina was well over their conversation and wanted nothing more than to throw Kyle out of the room, but for some reason, she just kept talking.
"35." Kyle tucked her thumbs into the straps of the backpack and held onto them as she rocked back on her heels. "You?"
"My son is 13 and even he would find that childish." Regina ignored Kyle's question. "And you look 12."
"You have a son?" Kyle was intrigued. She dismissed the Mayor's dig about her age. Kyle knew she looked much younger than she was. Her short boyish hairstyle and clothing choices only added to it. "Are you married?"
"That's none of your business."
"What about the Sheriff?" Kyle decided to push her buttons again. She knew it was a bad idea. But she had nothing better to do with her life at the moment.
Regina sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "What, pray tell are you asking about the Sheriff?"
"Is she your girlfriend? Because earlier, you two-"
"Out." Regina was back to pointing to the door and stepping out from behind her desk. Kyle took a step back as the woman got closer. "Take that hideous green thing and yourself and get out of my office and do not come back!"
With one hand on Kyle, Regina was shoving her towards the door and out of the office. The minute Kyle was clear of the door, Regina slammed it shut and Kyle could hear the click of the lock. Maybe tomorrow I'll lead with that question instead of working my way up to it. She laughed to herself as she walked past the secretary who never once looked back up at her.
"I should probably avoid the coffee incident too. And find out why I keep running into her twice?" Kyle mumbled to herself. Taking out her phone, Kyle pulled up her text messages and clicked on a friend's name.
So, you know the whole stuck in this town thing I was telling you about? Yeah...the mayor is wound so tight she's about to snap! But damn, she's hot! There's something about that bitchy attitude that makes me want to ask her out! Maybe being stuck here won't be so bad!