Edited by Spencerfiction with thanks.
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"I'm just going to grab a coffee and muffin here," Will pulled off the road to a small café just up the road from their building.
"It's a greasy spoon!" Lynn wrinkled her pretty nose in distain as she looked at the place. She was dressed in a classic navy blue skirt business suit with black nylons and a creamy white blouse.
"Do you want anything?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she looked at him as if he was insane.
"God, you're beautiful," he grinned, looking at her top to bottom, admiring the way she had her raven hair pinned up with a gold clasp, and lip-licking gorgeous all the way down to her expensive black high heels.
"Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don't know. Hurry up."
Will jumped out and went in. He immediately noticed the young woman that worked there with another older lady. They were each dressed in blue knee length old fashioned waitress dresses with white aprons. The older lady was frying up some orders of bacon and eggs for some patrons that sat at the counter. Will went to the counter, never taking his eyes off the other woman who looked to be nineteen or twenty. She saw him and looked back, absent mindedly raising a hand to unsuccessfully push a wayward curl of light brown hair from her face. The rest of the mass of ringlets were held back in a pony tail by a hair band and elastic. She was pretty, with a scattering of freckles across her little nose, and slushy grey eyes. She was small, maybe five foot two and lucky to weigh much over a hundred pounds.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully.
"Hi," Will replied as he studied her more intently.
"Hi, again?" she laughed a bit after a while.
"Oh! Sorry!" He said a bit sheepishly, "I'll have a large coffee with two cream and two sugars." He got a nice view of the shape of her backside as she turned to get the coffee. "And ahhh I'll have a muffin, too, I guess."
"Any particular kind?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"What do you have?"
"Bran, blueberry, carrot, chocolate chip. I made the bran."
"Bran it is then."
"We usually save those for the old men," she smiled.
"Never too young to think about your constitution," he grinned back.
"Yeah," she laughed. "Three fifty, please."
"Keep the change," he said, handing over a five.
"Thanks."
"Ahhh I'm Will."
"Kathy."
"See you around?"
"You know where I'm at." She gave him a nice smile and he left. She looked over to her co-worker when he left, "Oh my," she grinned as she pretended to fan herself. The pair of construction workers awaiting their breakfast laughed and offered their services to her instead, which she graciously and politely declined.
Kathy's heart jumped a bit when the tall handsome guy from the morning before came in again. Like yesterday he was dressed very nicely with clothes that looked brand new. It made her a bit self-conscious in her well-worn work outfit but she smiled warmly at him none the less. He wore a nice olive dress shirt with a sharp tie, stylish dress pants and shiny black leather shoes. "Large coffee, two milk, two sugar?" she asked politely.
"You remembered?" he gave her a dashing smile.
"I'm not just another girl slingin' coffee, you know."
"Ahhh I'll have it here?"
"Oh sure." She got his coffee. It was a bit slow so she was able to linger a bit. "So, you must work close by. Cormorant?"
"Yeah. How you guess that?"
"It's the biggest building around here. You a Business major?"
"I'm transferring to the School of Business this fall. I was thinking engineering first but I can still use most of those credit hours."
"Cool. I'm going this fall, too."
"Really? Awesome! Doing what?
"Well, I have a few credit hours done from on-line but I had to work last year to try and save enough for my tuition. So this year I'm going to finish off my first year stuff and try and work as much as I can as well to save for next year. I'm still trying to decide what to do. Commerce, possibly," she paused a bit, "maybe business," she finished.
"That's great! Who knows? Maybe we'll end up in a few classes together."
"So what made to want to switch from engineering to business? Seems like a bit of separation there."
"Ahhh just a conversation with my father. Ahhh you know, I should be getting to work or I'll be late. Sooo ahhhh," he stood up and put a bill on the table, "I know I just met you and all but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to ... maybe go to dinner or something with me sometime?"
"Oh. Ahhh well, I work two jobs and try to help my mom at home with things, so I don't really have a lot of time."
"Oh. Ahhhh ok, that's cool, didn't hurt to ask."
"Excuse me a minute," the other server smiled at Will, then she turned to Kathy and starting smacking her with a towel, "What are you doing, girl?!"
"Ow! Jesus, Trudy! Fuck off! Ooops!" she started laughing in spite of herself.
"Yes, young fella. She will go out with you. She's just having a temporary mental breakdown. She only spent an hour talking about how cute you were when you left yesterday."
"I DID NOT! It was just like, fifty-seven minutes." She grinned at Will, "Ok, sure he's cute but he could be a serial killer. I just met him and I am really busy."
"ID kid," Trudy demanded from Will. He complied. "William Windsor. What are you, part of the royal family or what?" she started to laugh.
"Ahhhh the American Windsors. A bit lesser known."
"Ok, look WW. If you try and kill her, chop up her little bittie body and feed it to pigs, I'll tell the law who you are. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Fine?" Trudy asked Kathy.
"Well, I do like movies."
"Friday night?"
"That's the most expensive night of the week!"
"Oh Lordie," Trudy gave Will back his driver's licence as she rolled her eyes, "I'll leave you two to work out the details."
*****
"It's just a gut instinct Claire," Lynn told the older woman with patience.
"Gut instinct?" Claire Ivany asked the young lady, "Lynn, you hardly have the work experience to be making gut calls." Claire was about fifty-five, a long time Human Resource Manager with Cormorant, tall, very slender with short silver hair framing her face in a classic page boy cut. She was a beautiful woman who held her head high and was proud of her age lines. She wore classic dark business suits with knee length skirts, nylons, and high heels. The golden Cormorant pendant hung around her ivory neck, given to executives as well as for loyal long service. Claire had looked at Lynn's with some distaste when she had first saw it, thinking it was not earned but just given from nepotism.
"This young woman is a hard worker!" Lynn pressed her case, "She holds down two jobs and still did several on-line University courses this past year."
"The marks were not overwhelming."
"She was working two fucking jobs!"
"No need for anger or vulgarity, dear. We have applicants for these entry level positions that already have University degrees."
"If they were top end they would have been scooped up before they graduated."
