8 Unusual Start

Lacey's Prov.

Whilst working aside Freya, I poured my efforts into concealing the smirk that rose up every time I spoke to her. Part one to my step went without a hitch. All I sought after from today had been to get her to comply to us becoming mutual friends. I hadn't expected such resistance from my teasing although. I assumed her to be the type of to babble or crack her confidence. Not Freya, she hadn't done either.

She not only proved me wrong, but unexpectedly held her own against me. I shouldn't underestimate her. It peeked my interest though. Why is she so resistant to my teasing? She simply could have shrugged me off or combated me with a joke in return. She instead got offended and rose her guard. Had it been since I showed up at her work?

It contrasted heavily from her timid reaction when I catch her eyeing my lips.

As the day advanced, I came to the conclusion this work had been much more than what a simple retail shop would entail. It compared further with that of a thrift store. I had been posted to tasks in the production center that laid behind double doors, separating the shopping center for customers.

Our products were found carried off of trucks by the employees as well as lively sellers who would attempt for us to buy their used goods. Freya had been stationed in that department while I stamped price tags upon any goods she lugged to me. Freya idled adjacent to a man laying in his late 20s. His black hair had been cut into a tapered style, and on his chiseled chin he wore a mark of an aftershave. His amber brown eyes popped into a wonderful shade whilst coming in contact with the sun.

He had well built arms with a body to match it. In their posted corner, Freya would often stand opposite of the sellers that wondered into the lifted garage door as the man seated idly in a cozy patted office chair. He examined the objects the sellers would bring to him, then scribble down a number and tape it unto the item. Or he would reject their goods all together.

Freya often hauled any appraised items to one of four stations; one of those station I had been tasked with. We would type the given number into the machine and a sticky label would rotate out the end. The stations were small yet effective. As I stuck prices unto the items, a orange fragrance lingered in the midst of the air I breathed in.

Often times, I directed my attention unto Freya. Her frail arms bewildered me as she lifted boxes worth a minimum of eighty pounds.

Freya boosted a wooden file cabinet highly into her arms. The man, at her station, reduced his eyes unto her hips then butt. I hadn't blamed his sly eyes; I might've grazed my eyes over her slender body as well if I hadn't been weary of being caught.Freya fell oblivious to the man's obvious attraction, or gaze for that matter. She, with ease, hauled the piece of wood to my station.

"You know," I slipped a sticker tag unto the furniture, "I'm surprised to see you working here."

She lowered the file cabinet on the ground. She smirked dominantly as my words reached her. "As you'll see," she spoke, "I don't exactly do things as you might think." she lent her arm against the file cabinet, peering to her station. "But I guess you wanted to learn more about me, so you'll figure that out."

Just as Freya in sighted some knowledge of herself, I found her to have been right. In a few ways Freya became additionally boy like during her working tasks compared to that of school. Pride sparkled within her blue eyes at her accomplishments, while she would proudly exert her strength into her work. There hadn't been a soul within the production proximity she hadn't spoken to during her job.

Our work day fell into a swifter close than I expected. I laid my back unto the rugged concrete wall aside our store front. The glass doors slipped to an open as Freya exited the store; her shift had come to a closing. "Hey Freya," I called to her smoothly.

I hopped to walk aside her through the parking lot.

"Did you wait for me to finish?" Freya inquired.

"We are friends, aren't we?"

Freya chuckled. "That's true," a genuine smile filled her lips, "I'm sorry by the way. I didn't mean to snap at you..."

A spark of hope dawned upon my thoughts at her apology. Maybe she would come to mends with my 'teasing'. "Don't worry about it," I reassured her.

"No, I acted weird," she halted in her steps, I paused as I laid my eyes on her, "You know what I mean." Freya continued her stroll down the parking lot, whilst passing me. My understanding of her crackled into two. Did she just admit to what she had done during her violin practice? I fell confounded in my steps as my soles glued themselves to the asphalt. A clicking of a car echoed nearby.

"I'm not like that.." a barely automobile voice mumbled more to itself than those surrounding the parking lot. I turned my overlook unto the direction of the click. My eyes glanced a double take, as I dazzled over the car Freya pulled open the driver seat door to. I scanned the Melbourne red metallic flawless paint job of an 2019 430i Convertible BMW.

I smirked, "Want to give me a ride?"

Freya chuckled. "Maybe next time," she set her car's gear into drive, "I have to head straight home today and..." she locked her eyes unto me with a simple smile, "I have a feeling I won't just be driving you to your house."

She was already getting to know me. I shot her half of a smile as I lifted my tensely overworked shoulders. Freya scooted her tires out of the parking lot, letting the throttle let loose as she came in contact with the streets. Her engine roared fearlessly in response. Not bad. Not bad at all. This scheme of Jackson's just might have been his finest yet.

I hadn't know at what pin point in time I caught on to enjoying myself whilst doing O'Conner's bidding, but I had. And I knew this would only be the unusual start to Freya's and I's time spent together. We merely had broke the tip of the ice burg.

My mind eclipsed back unto Freya's words she hadn't known I heard. Not like that? We will definitely see Freya Scott. But that might be where you'll find yourself incredibly wrong.

This will be fun.