Second Part

Second Part

Worked sucked. Being a sample girl sucked and since my weekend was over made it that much more difficult to stay focused. Since summer had only begun, Costco was slower for the season until it got closer to the back-to-school rush. Apparently during this slow time for the store, they felt the need for new hires for stock, who I refer to as Box Boys.

I felt pretty lavish in my hair net and ugly cap the sample company made us wear, so seeing all the cute boys being trained was irritating. One stood out, since he was the tallest among them. He attired showed his age, maybe been out of high school for a year or so, might be in college for a trade and ended up getting in here for stock. His eyes were dark, hard to tell what kind of brown they were, but they hid something. But I don't know what it was that made me caught my eye and even give my heart a stir. It was like the first time I saw my Ex, before we started dating, where I knew I was going to make that man my own. Yes, I can be a bulldozing force when it comes to something I want. 

I gathered my cart and sample boxes for the day and studied the new hires as they gave a description of themselves to the group. I waited, the tall Box Boy was going to say his intro, which could be interesting, giving me a little insight. He was cute and I’d probably see a lot of him since the Box Boys are always doing stock around the sample tables. Standard issue.

“Name’s Damien, I’m 19 and originally from the Chatham location.”

It may have been bad, but the first thought that crossed my mind was, “Challenge Accepted.” He had this deep voice, and I don’t know why, but it made me want to know more about him. The tone held something that intrigued me, but as of now, I wasn't going to make any initiating move.

Somehow I felt the need to try and get to know this guy. I didn't know what caught my eye, other than him being the only attractive one in the group, but something else made me interested. The other boys gave their spiel and one boy animated a story about his arm getting caught in a machine. Yet, this tall, skinny Damien stood out to me and I didn't know why.

My pocket vibrated and I wondered who could be texting me this early in the morning. I checked, and to my surprise my gay friend Rian was having a mini barbeque at his place. Perfect, another person who’d loved to hear about my weekend.

For the last two days since coming back, I’ve done nothing but tell my friends about my wickedly fun weekend. Jillian, one of my closest friends, was the first I told and showed a picture of Dante (after adding him to facebook and doing a little creeping). I think she was proud of me, for meeting someone to have fun with for the summer, or at least that’s what the plan was.