Post by demetri beau lancaster on Oct 19, 2012 15:35:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #477963; width:450px; height:450px; border-radius:225px; padding:0px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/exniF.jpg)] [style=background: transparent; width:240px; padding:5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px;]WORDS 522 TAGGED reagan Working at a book store was ideal for a guy like Demetri. It was a calm environment and not much went on, so it was easy for him to get lost in his thoughts. He was the only one on duty until later that day, when the newly recruited beauty would be joining him. It felt sinful, what they had. In truth he hadn’t been aware that she was underage, however he should have taken extra precautions when she mentioned still being at First Colonial, the local high school. Not having taken any thought to it, he assumed she was an of-age senior who would be joining him in college within only a couple of months. To say that it was a mistake felt like an understatement, but despite knowing this, his want to know her – like really know her didn’t fade. The clink of a bell disrupting his cycling thoughts and his feet moved on instinct towards the front of the room, where he met the gaze of a middle-aged man, Robert, also known as their most frequent customer. “Hey Rob,” he greeted casually with a toothy grin, “Have a good week?” He asked, provoking about five minutes worth of small talk. It was clear to him that the other man was lonely, as it was that he always spoke of no one but himself, and not in a selfish manner. The way he described his home life left no room for a family. A sympathetic smile crossed his face as he watched Robert turn and head for the shelves, leaving him again to wait for Reagan’s arrival. Demetri walked from behind the counter and towards the shelf that was next to the window, this way he could effectively wait for her and casually read at the same time. It felt a little creepy to be waiting so intensely for her, but he ignored the feeling as he picked up a Stephen King novel that he hadn’t heard of, surprisingly enough. He was such a big fan, it didn’t make sense that he missed a release – especially considering it looked so new. Curiosity sprouting through his veins, he read through the prologue and managed to lose himself in the words. Literature as a whole fascinated him and if there was anything he would trade in his profiling skills in for, it would be the ability to write. As a teen, he tried desperately to find a style that he could produce a story or poem in, but nothing worked. Creativity was beyond his barrier of talents. He envied people that carried that trait, but he also knew he was quite blessed with the abilities he did have. Besides, he could always read and that filled the void he had for wanting to produce a story. He was half-way through the first chapter when the bell tinged once again and he out of habit put the book down immediately and looked at the door, a smile on his face that only grew as he met the gaze of none other than his new employee. “Reagan. How good of you to join us.” NOTES keep it short |
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