Wears his heart on his sleeve.
And has a tendency to want to poke Abby's buttons.
He's on the slightly taller side.
He's dirty blonde with brown eyes.
He likes chocolate ice cream blizzards with snickers pieces in it.
When Abby goes missing Cory wants to do everything in his power to be able to rescue her. He knows what is right, and needs to be done.
At work we were getting the tables ready for the day. Abby and I were working one table, trying to remember which side the forks were on. We had already walked around placing plates and glasses on the table, remembering that with the word bed as help, bread on the left and drinks on the right. Abby, the nice girl she was, was placing the napkins, leaving me with the silverware and trying to remember where they were suppose to be.
“Are you sure that this is right?”
She looked up at me with a smile. There was something formulating in those eyes of hers. This was not going to end well for me. She sighed, slowly shaking her head while placing another napkin down.
“Cory, what am I going to do with you? I mean, you can’t even figure out where spoons or forks are supposed to go. You might as well just plain give up on life and become a hobo. Living the rest of your days in a cardboard box on some street corner,” Abby spoke, her voice even.
“You suck, just so you know that,” I shot back as she stuck her tongue at me.
Abby’s eyes were bright and laughing at me.
That was when our boss came out of his office, still holding the door open. His eyes were on us with a raised eyebrow. He always thought we were up to something or other just because of our sarcasm and us being so close. That was when a girl, who must be around our age, maybe a couple of years older, came out of his office. She was a goddess, beautiful. The girl had commercial prefect mink brown hair that had big full curls. She was around my height while wearing those thin heeled shoes that had ribbons to laces up the long legs under the short skirt.
She turned her back to us so that she was facing the boss in which was able us sight of her tanned back from her hot pink halter. They exchanged some words. I couldn’t turn away from them. I wish I could hear their conversation. She turned away from him and headed for the door to leave. She left all the guys in the room to watch her legs from her dark jean skirt as she left the restaurant. Shaking my head a little, I turned back to the table with Abby narrowing her eyes on me. Her lips were tightened with her knuckles popping out from her grip on the cloth napkins. She was going to kill me.
“What?” I asked with wide eyes.
Her mouth was starting to open as our boss walked over to us. I was being saved from a very painful death.
Our boss stood between us around the circular table. His arms were behind him with a stern expression on his face.
“Okay, before any of you go telling people, I’m not having an affair.” He paused as he turned to look at me. “That girl is starting work tomorrow and was here for an interview. Also, she is my niece, Toni, so if one of you even thinks about going near her I will have your head.”
He was looking at me again when he said that last part.
How was that divine woman related to him?! I turned to look to where she had left. She wasn’t in sight anymore, but I had to check. Our boss walked away as I kept looking over there. That was when I felt a punch between my two shoulder blades.
“Ow!” I yelled as I turned around to see who did it.
There was Abby, her lips tight. Even though she was shorter than me I felt like she could kill me quickly with ease. Short people and their short fuses…
“I have a feeling she’ll be more of a distraction than actually doing work,” Abby grumbled as she gave me a small push as she went around me.
I couldn’t answer as I bent my head to see her driving away. Yup, she was a little older then us since we had our permits and not licenses. I was hit with something light and looked at Abby again. She was holding a cloth napkin looking annoyed.
“I’m not doing your work so you can drool over a girl!”
I rolled my eyes and went back to work.
“I’m working too, and I’m not drooling.” I glared at her.
“Please! You can see your jaw dropping a mile away!” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I’m going to have to grab a bucket if you want to continue gawking at her.”
“Hey, wait, what is different at me looking at her and what you, Zoey, and Danielle do when we go to the beach and there’s all the shirtless guys?”
She sighed, shaking her head before answering.
“If a guy works out that much and has great abs and chest, it’s only appropriate to look at him for his great work and determination. Everyone needs a little encouragement!” Her voice was making sure to emphasize every word she said, almost as if she wasn’t sure how I didn’t already know this.
“That’s such a double standard,” I snapped, I wanted abs.
“Oh, cry me a river,” she muttered before putting the last item on the table.
“I really have no chance of winning this, do I?” I asked as I noticed her shoulders squared off, chin held high, her brown eyes razor sharp looking at the table.
“Have you ever had a chance of winning any argument with me?” Her voice was light as she looked at me. She was trying to be sweet with me, her dark eyelashes framed her eyes, and a small smile on her lips.
I just sighed looking at my friend. I started to laugh as a full on smile formed on her face, showing off her teeth. I couldn’t picture her not being in my life. Even though people thought we were seriously arguing, on the verge of killing each other, we both knew it was all fun and games.
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