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Destiny – The Eyes Have It

For two weekends straight, Suzie and Destiny were spotted out shopping for her premier debut alongside Suzie Belle. Their shopping list was nearly complete up to the final details. Suzie knew a local hair dresser that was going to style her hair. Applying a mousse to enhance her wavy black hair, put parts of it up in buns atop her head styled with applique gems and diamonds and then topping it off with some overly dramatic make up.

Destiny sat at the foot of her bed looking at the hanging attire, nerves getting the best of her. The evil voice on her shoulder reminding her of just how bad a person she was, while the angelic one was covering her eyes going ‘what in heaven’s radiant gate is that get up?’. Ironically, all the voices mimicking Suzie’s more southern drawl. She was reminded frequently just how beautiful of a person she actually was inside and out despite the sour circumstances that she had went through. It is what it is and let what happen, happen.

Destiny had bought a paper from the local gas station earlier in the week. She lifted it up a couple more times going over the circled help wanted ads and estimating their distance from here. She didn’t mind crossing the bridge to proceed inland, but if she could find a job on this side of Bogue Sound she’d be all the merrier. She hadn’t realized until their shopping spree, just how big the barrier island actually was.

Determined, she gave a long drawn out sigh, she got up and headed to the kitchen to grab a couple of waters and her messenger bag with a handful of copied resumes to add to any applications. Putting the waters in the side pouch, she folded and tucked the newspaper into the zipped front opening and headed out the door. She opted to borrow Suzie’s bike from the out building wehre most of her stuff had been stored. Destiny and Suzie had both confirmed that a few things she just wasn’t ready to go through yet, but they needed to be stored away untils he was. The bike was in the way, Destiny asked to use it, so now, it stayed locked up on the front porch out of the way.

Making the first stop was at a mom and pop ice cream parler, she noticed everytime they stopped they seemed short handed. She asked for an application which didn’t have any, so she opted to give them her resume instead.

She made several stops at various restaurants, a surf shop, a consignment boutique, an antique hole in the wall, and even a bait and tackle shop with rentals for patrons who wanted to do shore or off-shore fishing. Destiny couldn’t remember if she had ever went fishing, but anything new was worth a try. She knew she was a quick adaptable learner, even if it meant getting her fingers dirty or wet.

The last stop on her trek nearing the causeway towards the bridge was the Crystal Cove Country Club. During her research, she’d explored what all they offered for their members and what ammenities they had which included a pub with themed nights, swimming pool and club house, social events due to their location overlooking the expanse of the island on the right and the sound on the left, and then the standard golf course. They had a membership desk alongside a customer service desk which took appointments and aided the membership desk if they were busy. It had the most potential for her to be put nearly any where, even if it was as a caddy.

She’d stopped and parked the bike near a pole, she double checked to make sure it wasn’t in the way or if a bike rack was near. Since none was in sight and there wasn’t much foot traffic this side of the entry, she felt it were safe. She then took the chain and locked it to the pole. As she approached the entrance she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She straightened her capri khaki shorts, flattened her navy blue polo shirt with her hands, and quickly adjusted her ponytail. She took a quick swipe of her chapstick on her lips and tucked it in her pants pocket. She was as ready as ever.

Attempting to not look like a fish out of water, she tried to imagine from the website the exact layout of the building and those adjacent. She hoped that she had the correct building for the membership and service desk. As she entered she passed the store and then on the left hand side was the desk area. It was vacant although a door behind it leading to a set of offices were open, but no one could be heard talking. She rang the bell on the counter and waited. She unconsciously crossed her arms and realizing what she was doing, she uncrossed them to appear more open for communication. Her hands were fidgeting with anything they could reach.

She wandered around the lobby area perusing the various pictures, plaques, and awards that the club had mounted on the walls and in display cases. She’d bent over to see the latest tennis winners names when a throat being cleared echoed behind her. Clutching the handle of her messenger bag, she looked at a reasonably tall dirty blonde haired tanned guy with his taut shoulders facing the opposite way. He must’ve seen her but acting like he hadn’t. She could clearly see the muscle in his arms ripple as he worked on something behind the counter. Destiny’s grip tightened on the handle as she drew closer, not for sure whether it was the male aura wafting her way or her nerves getting the best of her.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said stumbling around for words. “Can you help me? I was looking for one of the desk clerks to see about getting a job.”

The guy was working on something still, but his attention was drawn to the female voice behind him.

“Yes, I’ll be right with you.”

“Oh, um, okay. Thank you,” replied Destiny.

She’d turned around to look out over the expanse of land beyond the open lobby.

“So you’re looking for a job, huh?” said the voice seeming to approach her but walked right by. He flipped out a piece of paper for her. He kept walking. “Here’s an application. What are you looking to do?”

He kept walking from the desk area along the wooden walkway to one of the adjacent buildings, it appeared to be the pub house which was empty for now. She wondered if he anticipated she would follow, which of course she did. It was all she could do to keep up, but she managed to get hold of the stapled application. She was walking quickly behind the fellow who’s legs were well structured, fit, and tanned as the rest of him. Destiny shook her head to get back to the task at hand.

He walked behind the bar and picked up a clipboard.

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked again.

Destiny had only caught part of what he was saying as they made their way to this part of the country club. She’d gave a quick look over of the application seeing what all was available. When she looked up, it was the bright ocean blue eyes that had shook her from mental existance just a few nights back. She paused and swallowed her spit and gum.

“I, uh, I,” she said. The guy seemed to pause as well, his clipboard in hand gently tottering in his clasp. She shivered and looked down at the categories available. “Any really? I’ve only ever volunteered at nursing homes, hospitals, children’s clinics, a couple of veterinarian offices during the holidays as a kid, my last job was at a convenience grocery store, gas station. I did a lot of stocking.”

‘Boy, do you sound dumb and wordy,’ she thought to herself.

He licked the crease of his lip with his tongue as he watched her ramble on. “Anything? Well, I do a bit of anything and everything here. I know they have several openings. Just pick what you feel comfortable doing.”

He gazed over her quizzing himself on if he recognized her. His facial features flexed randomly. His mouth twitched, eyebrows uplifted.

“Are you the uh-” he started to say.

“You’re the pizza guy?” Destiny questioned.

His smile widened when she recognized him and it lit up the room, much like her own.

“Yeah,” he said. His hands ran over the back of his neck, a pen gently grazing along his neck.

“Yeah,” she replied slowly. “Sorry if I uh.”

He motioned with the pen in hand at her. “No need to apologize. It was rude of me to come in uninvited. I just didn’t.. It was rude and, I’m sorry.”

She struggled with trying to figure out what she wanted to say. “Do you?”

She looked around at the slow business of the country club and a couple of people coming or going between the buildings.

“Work here too?” she finished.

“Yep,” he said deciding it was best to put the clipboard down for the time being. “One of a couple of jobs I have. I like variety. Keeps things from getting boring.”

“I see. That could be, helpful.”

The exchanged long lingering glances before she nervously retracted herself. “It uh, was good to see you again. I’ll, uh. Bye.”

He hollered at her before she left. “Do you have a resume or anything I could pass along to the manager? I’ll see about putting in a good word for you.”

She quickly spun on her heels reaching in her bag for a resume. She didn’t feel anything but the rolled up newspaper. She opened the satchel to reveal she ran out of resumes.

“Darnnit!” she declared. She looked up at him dismayed at her own loss of count. “I had some, but I guess I handed out more than I realized.”

She looked around nearing upset at her own self.

He handed her a pen and one of the napkins pushing it towards her. “Happens all the time. Write your name and phone number. I’ll get it to them.”

Their hands brushed against each other sending out small electric charges. The quickly looked to one another sensing the same sensation, neither one really knowing what it meant.

She wrote neatly on the napkin making sure that it was legible enough for her to be contacted. She scooted both his way not wanting to risk the chance of that odd reaction. He picked it up and clipped it to the board.

“Come again,” he said politely. “Don’t be a stranger. Or I’ll bring you more pizza.”

Her eyes lit up for a moment catching the playful pun. She tapped the bar top and smiled.

“Bye,” she said softly. She turned to leave this building and find her bike, hoping no one had taken it. When she was out of line of sight of the guy, she forgot to ask him his name. He had her’s, but she had no clue what his name was other than, Shadley. She pressed her back up against the wall, letting her head fall back as her breath caught back up to her. Her heart racing anxiously.

There was something about him. She had nothing that she could comparitively explain what it was about him. When she had calmed down, some, she got back on her bike and rode off.

Sean had slowly made his way back to the front desk and watched her ride off down the street. He looked down at the napkin with her information on it. He logged in his mind under mental lock and key.