Post by Jennifer Queens on Sept 9, 2008 0:51:31 GMT
Eight months. Eight months of the thrill of a new relationship, and the best Jennifer had ever experienced. It was just a year since Russell Haynes had come into her life, and now she couldn’t imagine life without him. It would feel incomplete and she was sure if he upped and left he would leave her as an empty shell. She was in a predicament, she had given herself fully to him and he now had the power to break her. She just hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t. 8 months...
Jennifer had been insanely busy some days, then others she could have sworn tumbleweeds went past the window gracefully. The last few weeks had been less than vacant and the shop had had just a handful of customers in that time. Sighing as she sat at the counter for once not busy since she had opened, she contemplated closing for the day. As she drummed her fingers on the smooth marble top she flicked her wand at the door, watching its sign flip to ‘closed’ and close the door with a small tinkle of the overhead golden bell. Now the problem was what was she going to do with the rest of her day? Russ was still more than likely in bed, and she smiled at the thought of him opening his lazy eyes and being all sloth like. It was a wonder how he managed to keep his shop running when he barely worked in it.
Grabbing her bag, she grabbed the keys in the other hand and headed for the door. There was no need for a coat as Russ was not far away, just up the high street. Locking the door she jogged slightly, her high heels clicking against the cobbled floor as she fought the slight wind. Her hair flailed behind her as she attempted to keep it perfect, but she was fighting fate and eventually gave up. She reached the quidditch supplies door and was not surprised at all to see the lights not on. Reaching down and fumbling for the key under a small statue next to the door, she smiled smugly when she felt it between her fingers and she quickly unlocked the door, closing it behind her.
She had not been here in a while, and Russ had been letting it go. The place looked unlived in, and there were still a few boxes left to unpack. Jen rolled her eyes and made her way into the mouth of the shop. Throwing her bag onto the counter, she sighed as she stood in the middle of the room looking at the dust that had collected.
“Men...”
Jennifer had been insanely busy some days, then others she could have sworn tumbleweeds went past the window gracefully. The last few weeks had been less than vacant and the shop had had just a handful of customers in that time. Sighing as she sat at the counter for once not busy since she had opened, she contemplated closing for the day. As she drummed her fingers on the smooth marble top she flicked her wand at the door, watching its sign flip to ‘closed’ and close the door with a small tinkle of the overhead golden bell. Now the problem was what was she going to do with the rest of her day? Russ was still more than likely in bed, and she smiled at the thought of him opening his lazy eyes and being all sloth like. It was a wonder how he managed to keep his shop running when he barely worked in it.
Grabbing her bag, she grabbed the keys in the other hand and headed for the door. There was no need for a coat as Russ was not far away, just up the high street. Locking the door she jogged slightly, her high heels clicking against the cobbled floor as she fought the slight wind. Her hair flailed behind her as she attempted to keep it perfect, but she was fighting fate and eventually gave up. She reached the quidditch supplies door and was not surprised at all to see the lights not on. Reaching down and fumbling for the key under a small statue next to the door, she smiled smugly when she felt it between her fingers and she quickly unlocked the door, closing it behind her.
She had not been here in a while, and Russ had been letting it go. The place looked unlived in, and there were still a few boxes left to unpack. Jen rolled her eyes and made her way into the mouth of the shop. Throwing her bag onto the counter, she sighed as she stood in the middle of the room looking at the dust that had collected.
“Men...”
