7. A date
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Preferably no child enjoyed feeling watched as they did tasks or a certain job, most especially by a parent.
It wasn’t at all bad, attention they did give just the wrong kind. Everything done was either good or poor and the worse ‘you can do better’.
Endlessly perfecting something for it to be shot down as not enough or could use more improvement.
Technically Petra wasn’t doing anything or making something, she should have of course but what would she do if she had served all the customers. Done her part, she had, successfully infact.
Yet she was being watched, she knew she was and it was more of a glare.
No one else but her mother. Who else had the time to stand behind her and glare at her for not working, well apart from Frank, it was her mother.
“Mama I can feel you staring.”
With a turn she faced her mother and sighed.
Of course, the woman had her arms crossed and was in fact glaring. Why? Apparently her daughter was not working or she might as have been bored.
“And?”
“It’s very uncomfortable.” she shrugged trying her best not to pout because the moment she even dared to, her mother would most likely pull her lower lip.
“Well I’m your boss and I’m watching if you actually do the job right.”
“Why don’t you watch Frank?”
Waving her hands at the man comfortably seated on one of the tables she glared at her mother.
While she was standing behind the counter and working all Frank did was seat there, it had been all day. Yes, he didn’t do much but watch and tease Petra.
“I watch him all the time.” the woman scoffed waving the idea away.
It didn’t exactly go away as Petra shook her head, she knew her mother so that only meant she knew her birth-giver was definitely lying.
“Oh you are lying!” she hissed.
“I am not.” her mother peached in. “I am the boss here, you don’t have the power to doubt me.” she announced.
It wasn’t a lie at all. Who in their right mind actually openly doubted the boss, be it wrong or right, good or bad, productive or loss mostly lies or truths.
No lunatic was risking their jobs for such.
No lunatic was definitely Petra, she was them. “I do!” she spoke.
“Do not!”
“Petra you have no authority, listen to the boss. She watches me like a hawk—” slapping his palm over his mouth he held back his laughter.
It was too funny for him not to laugh at how fast Petra snapped her neck at him, with the most ugliest glare saying ‘I can see through your lies’.
“From her room?” Petra mocked.
The three of them had been so invested in the argument, if it could be called such, that everything in the world had been tuned out.
No they did not hear the bell ring once the door opened or the figure that slipped in.
The new found customer was invisible, he did utter a hello and excuse me but to no avail.
Lightly hitting his knuckles on the surface of the counter, he tried one more time.
“Hello?”
Petra heard him, the knock mostly. Withdrawn from the conversation she turned to the customer.
“Oh hello, what can I get you?”
Exceptionally right after that phase came what? The customers order right, while that didn’t exactly happen.
Well for starters Petra didn’t look up at all, her gaze was fixed on the cash register waiting to type in the receipt.
Hence why she didn’t realise the guy before her was some what a friend—acquaintant, fitted better.
“Long time no see Petra.”
That that moment her gaze shot up. Her eyes caught sight of the bluest eyes she had met, she knew exactly who.
“Otis! It has been so long, you doing okay?” cheerfully she said with a big smile.
It had been a while since she has seen him, a lot changed. For one his hair no longer stood shoulder length long but a buzzed cut, and a this time around he let his beard grow.
“Fine fine and you?”
“Good—”
Being nudged in the side Petra glared at the woman beside her, who was innocently smiling.
“Serve the customer.” she mouthed.
With a swift head nod she turned back to Otis. “So what would you like to buy.”
“Two strawberry cupcakes with icing of course.”
Odd how Frank helped out. Before she could grab the treats and pack them herself Frank was already at it, thing was she didn’t know when he got up.
With a smirk on his face he handed Petra the treat bag—the same smirk her mother was giving her.
Shrugging she grabbed it from his hand with a glare at both before her attention was back on Otis, with a smile.
“There you go!”
“Thank you.”
“Have a nice day, enjoy!”
Otis had taken a few steps away before he retreated back to where he stood.
With the way he faintly smiled at her, or his whole body language—it was obvious he was nervous and Petra skeptically gazing at him did not help.
Nor did the smug smiles from the two Human beings beside her.
“Yeah, I wanted to ask something by the way.” he breathed out avoiding the other two’s gaze.
“You can ask.”
A deep breath in and out, he managed to blurt out the words and surprisingly they made sense.
“Would you go on a date with me—to catch up obviously, it’s been so long we barely know what is going on in our lives.”
The brief moment of silence from the recipient made him wish he hadn’t asked, just walked away. It would have been much better then her shocked expression—something he was finding difficult to read, was it good or bad.
“She would love to!” Petra’s mother was the respond, a big and wide grin as her arm slowly patted Petra’s shoulder.
“It’s an absolute yes my boy.” Frank seconded nodding his head.
Maybe it had been the enthusiasm, it definitely pulled Petra out her trance. “I can answer that myself!” she hissed snapping at both the two.
It didn’t phase them at all—nothing seemed to.
“Then answer the fine lad.” Frank pointed out wiggling his brow. It earned him nothing more than a glare.
“I would love to.” she softly smiled facing Otis, for the first time the guy breathed and happily smiled.
“Monday evening at 6?”
“It’s a date!” with a wink she waved the guy off.
And then it was three.
“Oh she got a date!” was what her mother said to break the silence.
“Between friends!”
“Then they be smooching!” another remark by another annoying person, Frank.
“f**k you!” teasingly she hit his shoulder then gave him a middle finger as he continued making kissing sounds.
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