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Hi, my name is Flora
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| Created: 2008-11-01 19:13:30 |
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“And so I said to him ‘You’ve got some nerve showing up here after you TOTALLY stood me up last night,’ but I didn’t manage to finish my sentence because he’d grabbed me, right there in the middle of the store, and planted THE most luscious kiss that I’ve ever experienced on my lips! Right in front of Sarah Bateley! And it lasted 2 WHOLE MINUTES!” I sighed, bored utterly senseless.
“How fantastic for you, Lory,” I replied blandly. “And I’m guessing that you conveniently forgot to tell him that you are actually also seeing three other guys AS WELL as him?” I heard an exasperated sigh down the line as Malory Blacksmith, my closest friend since I moved here seven years ago, tried to find some sort of feeble comeback. Whilst waiting, my eyes took in interior of my quite spacious living room which, I now realised, needed a right good spring clean! It’d have to wait though until I got back from work.
“Honestly , you really now how to mess up a woman’s high spirits, don’t you?!” Malory retorted back sounding hurt (though I knew her so well that I knew she was bluffing!)
“Whatever Lory, I’m going to have to love you and leave you because some of us actually have to work to pay the bills!” I replied, slipping on my work converses and picking up my bag as I spoke. “I’ll call you once my shift’s over, okay?” Malory sighed again; I can see why she majored in the Dramatic Arts!
“Or you could just come meet me at Cabana tonight like a good friend? Pleeeaaase?! For me?” I let out a small groan. “Oh come on Flora, you haven’t stopped for the past four months, and you spend so much time with Fred nowadays I hardly see you anyway!” I thought for a moment. Well, I had spent the evenings for the past few months with Freddie and, to be honest, I was growing a little tired of watching the same movies and eating the same Chinese takeaway every night; I couldn’t see it lasting much longer! Also, Malory had also just finished a production on Broadway, and so, although on the phone I sounded less than enthusiastic, I was eager to see her again.
“Alright,” I moaned, grabbing my house and car keys from the ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter, “I’ll meet you-”
“I LOVE YOU FLORA!!!!”
“I meet you there at 8!” I laughed. “I said to Pete that I’d work until 6 today as I had to take time off last week, and I can’t back out on him when I said I would.” There was a short silence at the end of the line, which is an achievement for Malory!
“Geez, I know they say the English are hard workers but you, Flora Daniels, are summin’ else!”
“And on that note, I’ll depart,” I shot back at the phone smiling. “I’ll see you at 8, okay?”
“Sure, just don’t be late!”
“Love,” I replied, “I don’t have a problem with time management, unlike someone I know!”
“Ciao ciao!”
“Bye Lory!” I shook my head as I ended the call and replaced the phone on its cradle. I glanced at the clock above the fruit bowl; 10 minutes. Hurrying to the door I threw it open and sped over threshold, locking it as I went.
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I skidded around the corner into 5th Avenue with seconds to spare, and Rodriguez Bar came into view, windows gleaming as they caught the mid morning sunlight that was just peaking over the rooftop of the Bergdorf Goodman store that rose high above the cosy establishment, bar-come-restaurant by day and restaurant by night. Pete Rodriguez had opened up as a bar almost 20 years ago and was now known as ‘the finest establishment this side of Manhattan’. I also just happened to be Pete’s best waitress, having started at 17, two years after I moved from London, and worked consistently under his guidance for the past 3 years. He relied on me to open up each morning which meant I also had first pick of the shift hours, but today he was waiting for me as I pulled into my parking slot, arms folded firmly and a look on his face that told me that he wasn’t impressed.
“Before you say anything to me about being around 1 minute late Pete,” I said as I stepped out of my car, locking my car with a press of a button, “let me remind you that I have never been late for the last 3 years so I think you can be just a little bit lenient with me!” Pete shook his head slightly, a small grin playing across his thin lips.
“You’re my best employee Flora, and I need you to keep up your standard to set an example to the others! You’ve been slipping ever since you met that Frank-” I cut across him, irritated.
“It’s Fred, okay? And I don’t think my private life’s any of your business, thanks very much!”
“It is if it’s affecting your performance at work!” He retorted back angrily. I stopped abruptly, the back kitchen door held open in front of me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pausing for a moment, he sighed, evidently exhausted.
“Seriously Flora, just try and get it together alright? I’m pushed for time as it is with the divorce and everything else on top of that, so I need all the help I can get at the moment!” I smiled slightly, swallowing my pride.
“You don’t need to be worrying,” I replied reassuringly, holding open the door for Pete and following him into the kitchen. “Luckily for you I’m not going anywhere.”
.:~ to be continued ~:. |
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