Chapter 3.
The door shut behind Hunter, and Jordan had already picked up a basket.
"Whoa! Check this out!" Hunter exclaimed, looking at the various shelves, full of all types of weird stuff. While Jordan was looked at the various biscuits, and not understanding the words written on the packet, Lillian was behind Hunter, picking up a few jars and putting them into the basket she had on her elbow. "Oh, cool, snake venom!"
"Thank you!" Lillian giggled as she snatched the snake venom out of his hands, while he was looking at it. "That's just what I need!"
Meanwhile, David was walking up the few metal steps that lead to the door of Properties by Paulina, but he then noticed the note attached to the blue door. Reading it out loud, he said, "Be back in a jiff, Paulina." He peered in through the small window, but all he was the pitch black of the closed real-estate agency.
Jordan, back in the shop, was turning around the corner of shelves, peering at the food closely, but then turned around and stumbled into Goran, the butcher. And this unfortunately led to vegetarian Jordan with this huge hunk of meat on top of her chest.
"So sorry!" Goran exclaimed. "I, so sorry, so sorry." He smacked his head with his large blue gloves, "I am big klutz."
Jordan looked at the meat with a slightly disgust, "Yeah, me too." She looked back up to the boy, "Um, could you get this off of me?" Her face turned into a slight grossed out expression as Goran yanked the meat off of her.
"Please, forgive me."
As Jordan stood up, she also picked up the basket she was holding before, "Thanks, umm…" She trailed off as she realised she didn't know his name.
Noticing she was hinting for his name Goran gave a start, "Goran." He said, gazing deeply into her eyes. He then switched the hands the meat was in and held out his right for a hand shake, "My name is Goran." Jordan looked down at his hand and he remembered that he had huge gloves covered in meat juices, causing him to quickly pull it back.
"Um, I'm Jordan." She rubbed under her nose and pushed up her glasses, before turning away, to carry on with her shopping. Jordan internally rolled her eyes when she noticed she had a slight pink tint to her cheeks.
Unknown to her, Goran watched her leave with a smile on his face, before he looked down and scrambled to go after her.
Hunter, who had noticed the entire exchange, pretended to be looking at a small bottle of something, but Lillian noticed.
Jordan huffed out a sigh as she stared down at the list, not understanding a word on it. Pushing back a bit of her fringe, she continued to stare at the list, not noticing Goran come up to her.
"Perhaps, I could help you with your shopping?" Goran asked, causing Jordan to look up at him with a smile.
"That'll be great!" She exclaimed, but then realised she answered too fast, "Actually, yeah. Um, I have a list, but I don't understand anything on it." Jordan's eyebrows drew together as she looked at the piece of paper in front of her, before looking back up at Goran. She held out the paper to him, "Um, so.. Do-"
"Aye." He jumped out of his trance, taking the paper from her. "Aha! Madame Varcolac." There was another wolf howl, but only Jordan seemed to notice it. "She can be very difficult to understand." Jordan let out a huffed laugh, she knew that was the truth.
When she looked back up to Goran, there was a moment where they just stood, too entranced in each others eyes to look away.
"Aye, so Jordan, you are American?" He walked to the side, picking up about three of what looked to be oranges.
Over with Lillian and Hunter, she was holding the ladder still, getting an eyeful of Hunters (delicious) butt. He had scrambled up as fast as he could, which was pretty fast, and didn't notice it needed to be held by someone. So before said ladder could collapse, she pushed her basket up her arm, to the crook, so she could hold it.
"What are you looking for?" Lilly asked him, looking around the side of the ladder, as to not be staring straight at his butt.
"Eye of newt." He said simply, as if he was looking for a box of instant macaroni and cheese.
As Goran put the oranges into Jordan's basket she answered, "Yes, I am."
"I have always wanted to go to America," Goran told her.
She chuckled, "Really?"
"I want to get Punk'ed and I want to sing 'Take me out to the ballgame'." Jordan let out a laugh as Goran actually started to sing, "Is a stupid." He continued, "Right?"
Jordan shook her head, "No, it's not stupid at all." She lifted both her hands in a 'whatever' gesture, "I mean, I've always wanted to play in the Soccer World Cup." She turned towards some other vegetables and fruit.
Goran looked at her back, "Maybe you will!"
Jordan shook her head once more, "Doubtful." She turned to look at the fruit behind her.
"Jordan-" He bumped into her basket, "Sorry. Maybe while you are here, I can show you around Wolfsberg? It is a very beautiful town, especially under the full moon." His words made her stare deeply into his brown eyes, imagining exactly what he was saying.
But Jordan was brought back to reality, "Oh, uh, I don't know, I mean.. you know I have to take care of my brother and I'm only here for a few days, so I don't think-" She had turned around to walk away, only to walk into a watermelon stand and nearly tip it over. Luckily Goran managed to catch it before it did. "Oops! Goran, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry Goran!"
"Is okay! No, problema." But Jordan was still freaking out and swiftly turned and walked away, knocking things on her way. Staring after her, Goran whispered to himself, "I knew the American girls were beautiful but she is-"
"A vegetarian." Hunter cut into Goran's whispered reverie. The blonde stood behind him with Lillian, who looked apologetic at Goran, recognising the look on his face. Hunter shrugged, "Don't even waste your time!" There was a pause, as Hunter stared at the jar he was holding, "Say, how much for the 'Eye of Newt'?"
Five minutes later Goran was behind the counter, ringing up all the items in Lillian basket while she stood next to Hunter, who was leaning against the counter. "You know, it's rude to eavesdrop." She informed him, a small smile on her lips.
He slipped his red framed sunglasses down his nose before looking at her from over them, "I have no idea what you're talking about, thank you very much." But his mouth, which held a smirk, told her different.
"You're more protective of your older sister than you led me to think." She commented, now purposely not looking at him. She could feel his gaze on her face.
"Once again, no idea what you're talking about."
She turned to look at him, her eyes boring into his own blue pair, "You can try and act like you don't," Lillian paused, only to slink closer the young teen, "But, we both know you're protective of her."
He let his mouth curl into a slight smirk, "No idea what you're talking about." His words were so quiet, but they were so close. She could feel his minty breath on her face. "No idea, whatsoever."
Later that night, there was a loud knocking on the large wooden door at the front of the manor. Madame Varcolac walked swiftly towards it, her expression, once again, not changing. As she opened the door she wondered who it could be, but she did not expect who it was. Her eyes widened as she looked the blonde woman, who was only wearing pink, up and down.
"Madame Varcolac-" Wolf howl, confused glances, "I am so completely sorry to hear about your loss, I mean I haven't been able to get poor old Dragomire out of my head." Madame Varcolac nodded in thanks. The blondes head moved to the right of Madame Varcolac, "Oh, hi! You must be David!"
He looked at her with a mock thoughtful face, "Paulina?"
The blonde giggled, "How did you know?"
David smiled, "You look just like your cookies."
"And just as sweet!" Paulina smiled, before winking, "So sweet I just gave you a cavity!" Madame Varcolac rolled her eyes before leaving, while the two annoying adults laughed at the lame joke.
David had let Paulina in (or rather, she had let herself in) when Jordan and Hunter came running down the stairs. Noticing the woman they stopped short in whatever they had been doing.
"Oh!" Paulina cried, "You must be the dashing young Hunter," She smiled, pointing her painted pink nails towards the younger teen, "And you must be the exquisite Jordan!" Jordan, unused to complements, tucked her hair behind her ear.
Hunter stepped forward, "Do we know you?"
"Well I know you!" Paulina kept on smiling, seeming not to notice Hunters slight hostility, "It's not everyday Wolfsberg manor changes hands!" Paulina looked towards the teens again, "That makes ya'll famous around here!" She pulled her hands up to her face, making an imaginary camera and pretending to photograph them. The two adults laughed, while Hunter looked at them with no amusement, "That's my camera!" Paulina turned around to David, her hands clasped in front of her. "So David, I was wondering if you were free for dinner?"
Before David could answer Hunter shouted out, "No!"
David, "No?"
Jordan nudged Hunter, "Yes, he's totally free."
David looked at Jordan in slight confusion, before turning back to Paulina, "I am totally free."
Paulina giggled, "I know an adorable little bistro for us to get acquainted."
In the background, Hunter huffed and crossed his arms in defiance while Jordan smiled happily.