Snow drifted from the sky shed, large flakes splashed
against the windshield when crushed insects. Awesome. today it just kept
getting better and better.
It never snowed in Georgia . Well, almost never. The
thought of leisurely days under a magnolia tree is the main reason Candy Wright
had left the streets naked and soft temperatures Manhattan to spend the holidays with his old
college roommate. That and the fact that he was compelled to The Wright Way,
close her advertising agency, for seven long days rude. When he showed the
traditional week would assure her that her senior staff morale is not improved
by such action. If their incredible expression is any indication, the result
will be a volblauwe rebellion.
He looked at the glowing gas pump in his wages huurseil and
closed his lips. If they do not stop soon, she felt stranded. Ahead appeared
the shadowy outline of the building through the gloom. Thank you. It does not
seem much of a town, but a wide spot in the road with a petrol station. Maybe
he could get a cup of coffee while he filled his tank. Both he and the cars
need fuel for the journey ahead. He pulled the pump and open the car door. A
wind cold wind, wet snow, hit her in the face. The soft folds of her cashmere
sweater she pulled oil painted pavement, which stood for was a large yellow
fork truck, the door to the parking lot
Bad coffee quite right without coffee
The swinging door hit him in the back. A dark-haired,
pimple-face teenager sitting on a stool behind the counter tampering with rack
candy bar and bag of chips. They lead coffeemaker and threw dark liquid in a
Styrofoam cup. When adding a package of sugar brought it to the counter.
"Can I do pay my gas?"
The boy hit his gum. "Sure, but the pump does not run.
'
With a deep breath he drew a sharp retort back and spoke in
a flat voice. "It's as fast as a man pumped my gas."
"Lady, we do not pump gas. Do."
Any other gas station where she stopped in small towns made
the old-fashioned service. Why should it be modernized? Maybe he could talk to
him as pleasant. "It's snowing."
"Yep."
He took a breath. The child is likely to be a Mensa member.
"Surely someone can here my gas pumps. For a tip? '
He cut. "There's nobody here but me and Mitch."
It seems clear that the boy did not come out of his ass.
"Maybe it Mitch people can do it."
Behind teens door opened and a man walked through the
garage. He reminded of candy to people that old billboard Marlborough , broad shoulders under a denim
jacket and long legs encased in faded jeans. Small lines appeared in the eyes
the color of a summer sky from. His stiff jaw, covered with a growth of stubble
on the day, put on a tough angle. Fixed bend remains the best hint of a smile,
as he long sandy blond hair under his consideration. He guessed that he was
asked to mid-thirties, maybe a few years older than he is. One hottie to be
sure, but so different from the man he sometimes daterde a motel is not talking
five-star accommodation that they favor most.
"Did I hear my name?"
The boy smiled. "Woman, here you want your pumping his
gas."
Candy watched his gaze over her from the top of her mink
brown hair pulled back and fastened with gold clip, along the length of her
moss-green sweater with short skirt bottom, ending with a study of its black leather
boots with three-inch spike heels. He rolled his eyes.
Angry heat got to her neck. He turned on his heel, he spoke
to his shoulder. "Never mind. I'll do it myself."
"Hey, do not be so fast. I have no objection to pump
your gas."
Moedde pride march him to the door, but the snow fell
steadily convinced him otherwise. "I'd appreciate it. I'm not dressed for
a blizzard."
"You do not say."
He shook his teeth and watched him walk to his car. That is
rarely looked so good. But a good ass made no sarcastic personality. Sapte the
steaming coffee and made a face. The oil rack of raw window is probably tasted
better.
A few minutes later, the boy said: "Your tank is full
of coffee comes to $ 52.50 .."
He paid with a credit card and took out a five-dollar bill
from his wallet. Then he signed the receipt, he left the shop and attacked the
coffee bin by the door. Clipping against the falling snow, he came to the man
who carved snow from the windshield of his car and reached out with the folded
money.
"Thanks, I appreciate the help."
She stared at him. "What about me instead of the tip?
Storm will be worse. Highway Patrol advises motorists to stay off the road.
There's a motel about two blocks up the street. Get a room for night. '
Blood pounded behind his temples with his huge powerful
people are smarter than the stupid little woman show. When her male colleagues
who spoke to him, he would ... He closed his eyes for a moment and put five in
his wallet.
"I think, I have a plane to catch."
"In Atlanta ?
He opened the car door. "That's right."
His gaze drifted to her left. "Let me guess. You've
been at home for your family for Christmas, and your boyfriend is flashing at
the bit, waiting for your return. Nobody is worth risking your life. Change
your flight."
"If I were you, I would not quit my day job. Your
skills are predicting pathetic. '
A wide smile stretched across his face, making even white
teeth are revealed. There was something familiar about that smile ... He shook
his head. The man was a complete stranger. He was probably seen as a bit actor
he had seen in a movie.
"Well, I'm certainly not one to be scraped off the
pavement. My shift is almost over."
He brings a forehead. "I do not understand."
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I drive a
truck."
Thinking. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
They glijdde seat of the car and hit the door. They fell out of the gas station
and look in the mirror. Mr. Hottie Mitch stood with his arms crossed over his
chest and watched as she rode in the blinding snow.
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