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Archive 13 / blue-collar-love

TW: sexual content, to be determined

It was a slightly breezy day in the middle of autumn. The sun was shining and birds were chirping. The clock read 8:39am, and the locally owned coffee shop that Olivia worked in opened at 8:30. “Good morning, Jan!” Liv grins at the short, silver haired elderly woman that strolled through the front door right on time, a tiny bell at the top of the door jingling. The room smelled of freshly baked muffins, pumpkin and apple cinnamon were the specials right now to fit the season. “I take it you’d like your usual?” She reaches for a medium-sized cup and starts up the milk frother to provide a latte for the kind woman. While the espresso was brewing, she steps over to the bagel shelf and pops an everything bagel in the toaster oven. Olivia was 22 and working here meanwhile, as she was in the final few months of her apprenticeship- she was going to be a baker and her mother owned this shop. She really enjoyed the welcoming environment of this little business and most of her customers were regulars which made it a lot easier to wake up in the morning and actually look forward to her job, unlike the few unbearable retail positions Olivia had worked in the years prior. “Here’s that for you!” She gently hands the order to the woman and after accepting the payment, she goes to assist the next person in line, a middle aged lady. She plucks a clear plastic cup from the stack and fills it 1/4 way with ice to prepare the customer’s iced tea.

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@Jake

It had been a long day at the shop, this was his fourth tire change today and while they were not hard to do, they were time consuming, especially with everything that he had to do in between. Remove the old tire, scrap it, replace the new one, new stems, new valves, make sure not to damage the older rim, put the new ones on, it was tedious and boring. But, so was his job. He had been working in this old shop for the past ten years, since he was 16 years old and his dad first brought him in as an intern/apprentice. It didn't hurt that his father owned the shop either. Everyone in this small town knew each other, or knew of each other, so it wasn't a unwelcome surprise to see Olivia Rhett working in the bakery and diner across the street. He couldn't help but feel a happiness when he would walk into the little place everyday. Her smile would light up the room and last time he was there, he almost thought she was flirting with him. His dirty coveralls adorned his body as he put the last lug nut on the back wheels and lowered it down, driving it out of the garage and over to the storage parking lot. "Lunch time," he would shout to the garage, "Be back in an hour." "Tell your crush next door, we said hi," a grouchy old voice in the back would joke before snickering was heard through out the garage, he would smirk himself before replying, "You're just mad she thinks I am purty..." A thick Southern drawl escaping him. As he would step into the bakery, he would smell the pumpkin, cinnamon as well as the baked bread too and stood in line as he waited for his turn with the pretty cashier.

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Olivia reached behind her back to tighten the strings of her apron, and scooped a large measuring cup of ice for a blender to make two blended drinks for a couple of customers who were waiting. Between opening and 11am were the busiest hours, so everyone in the kitchen and behind the counter were usually hectic. Her coworker, Owen, was slicing fruits and toasting bread for the house made sandwiches. Olivia normally focused on the beverages and ringing people’s bills up, but some days she did a little bit of everything. “That will be 6.59, please!” She swipes the card of the guest and sends them on their way with their food, with a genuine smile. The bell on the door jingles for what felt like the hundredth time already this morning, and her gaze falls on someone very familiar. Liv swallows and looks away, or else she’d find herself blushing. Damn it. Keep your cool. She nervously walks back to the blender and shuts it off, pouring the contents into two plastic cups and sealing them with lids, placing them at the end of the counter and calling out the name for the order. Most of the tables were full, with people chattering away. A hushed lo-fi playlist went on in the background and the sun was shining bright into the giant windows. She enjoyed the comfy atmosphere. People would bring their laptops for work activities, or bring a friend or a date to catch up with. Occasionally she enjoyed striking up a conversation with her favorite regulars. She did care about them. Of course, she appreciated their support to her mother’s business. Please don’t blush, please don’t give away that I’m nervous. She turns to the front of the counter again and takes a deep breath, facing the taller man. She smiles politely, and her eyes meet his blue. “Good morning, Shayne. What can I get for you today?” @Jake

"Good morning, Liv," he would say with a half cocked country smirk as he would look over the counter, the pastries, the pies and cakes, and all the coffee brewing created a wonderful aroma between the two of them, "How are you today?" He would grin as he listened to her response with a smile, looking over the menu as he normally did, knowing exactly what he get, but using the extra time to talk between the two of them, "Hope you all haven't been as busy as we have been today, its been a long 'un." He would finally hear people behind him huff so he would order, "Let me get the roast beef sandwich, an order of cheesy bacon fries, and a water, like normal..." And for some reason, he felt the particular itch to throw it out there again. "All that and your phone number and we will be all set..."

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Olivia tried her hardest not to look flustered. Keeping her best composure, she rings in the food items and it automatically prints out a paper receipt. “10.59 today, hon.” She reaches out to hand it to him and then accepts his form of payment. All that and your phone number? She thinks he was joking. Olivia picks up a plastic cup for his water and scoops in some ice, grabbing the metal water pitcher and filling it up. She passes it over to him and the thought of small talk right now just wasn’t going to cut it. “I’m doing okay. How are you?” She replied bluntly and reached below the counter for more cup lids, refilling the stack and she grabs a handful of wrapped straws to add to the stock. @Jake

"Doing great now that I have seen you," Shayne smiled as he looked over at her, he didn't know if he was putting on the charm a little too thick, but he couldn't help but continue to do it, "Once I have your number as well, it will be an even better day." He continued to watch her begin to stock as another waitress come over and began to take orders as she was beginning her restock. He couldn't help but notice her hair in that moment. While it was in a work style right now, it just looks magical to him.

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Olivia steps back into the kitchen briefly to pick up a few orders, that someone in the back had wrapped for her already. She places the bags onto her plastic tray, and hands one of them off to the man. "Maybe next time," she pauses and looks up at him with a beam on her face, "You're going to have to try a hell of a lot harder than that if you want my number." She passes off a few more completed orders to guests who had been patiently waiting. She wanted nothing more right now than the day to be over with, and seeming as it was only 11:30 in the morning she had just a few more hours left to go. The lunch rush would be over around 12:30 and then she could spend the rest of her shift tidying up. It was under consideration for Olivia to move into the back of the kitchen, assisting the chefs with cooking because she wanted to prepare batters and doughs. After all, it was what her parents wanted her to do for their business. But a small part of her secretly enjoyed the social aspect of being a cashier, although it could be mundane at times. Especially on days like today. At the end of the day, Olivia had wiped down countertops, restocked cups and lids, and sprayed the glass entry doors with a strong, pine-tree scented window cleaner. They were now less grubby from fingerprints that occurred throughout the day. The last kitchen employee had left. She locks the back and front door to the building and heads out to her car to drive home. The sun was set to go down in the next hour. What a day. At home, Olivia was lonely. It was still and soundless, the faint glow of a television coming from the TV as her roommate was asleep on the couch but the audio had been muted. Her roommate was her best friend, but had more of a social life than Olivia did. She hadn't gone out much lately, but not that clubbing or such nonsense was her thing anyway. @Jake

After eating and seeing that she would not be paying attention to him, he couldn't help but feel slightly disheartened in his attempt to get her number, but as he would go to leave, he would give her a wave and her smile was more than enough to encourage thought again on what to do. The rest of his day was spent aimlessly working on the car while all the meanwhile taking in details of what he was going to do the next day. His day would end at 6:00pm and he would begin his ride home. On the way home, he would stop at a local grocery store that had flower arrangements as well, he couldn't help but smile at all the bouquets, but he knew what he wanted to get. He would get a single rose, one that had a little red ribbon wrapped around the stem of it. He would purchase it and begin his way home, placing the flower in water as he would pick it up the next morning. The same morning routine that morning until lunch, he would clock out like normal, make his way to the deli/bakery as normal, stand in line like normal, but this time it was a little different. As Olivia would take his order, he would pull the rose from his back pocket... "The usual, but maybe with your number this time...?" Unfortunately, to his distain, the rose had small black marks on it from oil and grease. His face would drop.

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Liv's alarm clock sounded at its usual time. She pulls off her blanket and reaches for her phone to silence it and unwillingly sits up to get out of bed. She sighed and made her way to the bathroom to shower and blow-dry her hair, the hot air just making her feel more cozy and wanting to crawl back under the soft sheets. She pulled on a white button-up shirt, dark denim jeans that fit snugly and a pair of non-slip boots for the kitchen. Today she was going to be preparing dough for breads in the back with her mother. She pulls the lever to the fridge faucet on to drop ice and water into her favorite reusable bottle and grabs her car keys off of their designated handle to leave and start her day. The sun had already risen and was beating down, making for a much warmer day than she had anticipated. The black leather seats on the interior of her car were hot to the touch and made her back burn. Wasn't it supposed to be fall? She thought to herself and began to make her way to work. For the first few minutes of her shift, Liv was requested to help out with the long line of customers at the front of the house before she would make her way into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes at this without anyone noticing and pushed open the heavy 'Employee Only' door to clock in for the day. She slipped out and behind the guest service counter, setting a hot tray of fresh Banana Chocolate Chip muffins into a clear glass container, ready to be served. She dusts off her hands and pulls on a pair of gloves. She smiled at the elderly man in line who requested an iced green tea with honey, and started to prepare that for the kind man right away. She fills the plastic cup with ice and squeezes the bottle of honey to line the cup with perfect, sweet golden spirals before pouring in the earthy green brew. She pops the lid on tightly and plucks a paper-wrapped straw from the stack and passes it along to him. Olivia paused when she saw the familiar

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face of Shayne, and her eyes fell upon the beginning to wilt rose in his hand. Oh, for the love of God himself. Please, please do not do this right now. She put on a fake grin and watched as he approached the countertop, and subtly checked out how perfectly his jeans fit around his waist. For a man so obnoxious, he was stunning. His inviting blue eyes, and his soft blonde curls. She couldn't be developing feelings. "Yes dear, I'll get you the usual.. and as for the phone number? Maybe you'll get lucky next time." Liv retorts and types in the order onto the keypad and prints out a copy of the paper receipt, tearing it off and sliding it over with a blue ink pen. @Jake

Another attempt, another decline, but she was a little more inviting of him this time, he felt, so he smiled as he looked over at her. As she would slide the pen over to the counter to him, he would smile and take the little receipt for his signature and place his signature on it, but he would hold onto the pen for an extra moment, seeing a napkin holder beside of the register. He would pull a napkin. It took a moment as the surface of the napkin resisted the pens scribblings, but he would finally put his number on it. He smirked at her as she would come back over to retrieve the receipt, placing the napkin under the receipt with the pen, "Well, if you won't give me your number, maybe you will accept mine...?" The question would linger in the air between the two for a moment before a man behind him would clear his throat loudly, signaling for him to move to the side. Shayne would move off to the side as he would smile at her. The man ordering large black coffees, multiple of them, as he went to the pick up side of the counter to wait for this food.

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Liv just shrugged off this gesture and stuck the receipt on the metal pin that held the receipts for all of the day's orders. She briefly read the napkin and set it in the pocket of her apron and disappeared through the heavy push door that led to the bustling kitchen. It smelled fresh and chocolatey, because chocolate chip cookies were a big hit during lunch time hours. She smiled at her mom who was hand mixing a large metal bowl of dough, and Liv approaches the older woman to assist her. This is where she wanted to be. She wanted to lose all the thoughts running through her head and focus solely on creating something great. She scrubs her hands in one of the kitchen's many sinks and dons some gloves before tearing open a heavy yellow bag of the too-familiar sweet chocolate morsels that she poured into the sand-colored dough. The other staff in the kitchen began to work on an asiago bread dough with herbs. She contemplated in the back of her mind everything about that napkin with faintly scribbled numbers on it. Maybe she would get to the bottom of it later. It was finally the weekend. Olivia's alarm went off, and it played a quiet jingle. She pulled up her plush blanket a little higher and reached to her phone to mute the alarm, and check the typical notifications. Sat upon the surface of her desk across the room was a crumpled white napkin next to her flame-crested gecko's habitat. The phone number napkin. It had sat in that same spot for three days now, and every time she saw it she tried to avoid it. She sighed and sat up out of bed and walked across the room, just to pick it up and sit in a pink bean bag chair that was on the floor. It's about time. 'Hi.' The text message was plain and simple, but he would certainly know who it was, right? She pressed the blue send arrow and then looked up at her gecko. "Too bad you can't give me any advice." She said to him, and looked back at the message that she had just sent. <@100186

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@Jake

Seeing her just shrug off another attempt to give her his phone number or to get hers was just... disheartening. Not one, but twice today, she had rejected him a chance to go out on a nice date. He wasn't sad, but the thrill of the chase with her seemed to be losing steam and he was unsure if he would be able to pick it back up. As she would disappear behind the door of the bakery again, just like she had done before, he would get his food and find a place to sit and eat it, hoping to get one more chance to greet her face to face before he would return to work. Unfortunately, it would not come as he would finally find himself moving towards time to go back to work. Clocking back in, he tried to distract himself with work, but the thought would also loom back in every so often, what if she did message...? As he would clock out for the day, he would check his phone. Still no notifications, the very sound of the screen unlocking and seeing that nothing was there waiting on him since a moment of panic and loneliness through him. He would put the phone in his pocket and continue on his way. Finally, the weekend would arrive. He had not returned to the little deli in the days that ran up to the weekend, thinking that it would only send him into a deeper bout of sadness. He would be sitting at the table of his small kitchen in his apartment, eating a small bowl of cereal and scrolling through videos on his phone when the notification from an unknown number would hit. He smiled as he had no idea who it was, but he had an idea. "Hi youself..."

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Liv leaned back in her bean bag chair, the lower end slouched under her back. She rolled her eyes at this text response and bit her lip. 'So, you know who this is. Right?' She typed this back pretty quickly, within a few minutes of receiving his response. There was no way that he could possibly be mad right now, she thought to herself. He was the one, in fact, that had begun this chase for a date, or at least her phone number. She was mildly frustrated at this. The sun shone through the edges of her curtains and Olivia unwillingly stood up, dusted herself off, and picked out clothing from her closet to wear for the day. She decided on a burgundy jumpsuit with tank-top sleeves and a black form fitted shirt with long sleeves to pair underneath it. She pulled two fluffy yellow towels from the stack on the top shelf of her closet. She shuffled her way down the hall to her bathroom. The peach walls illuminated nicely once she flipped on the light switch. The small, white-tiled room was themed as the fuzzy pink fruit. The shower curtain was a soft cream color with a painted pattern of peaches, and the rug in front of the white porcelain tub was a peach also. She liked when rooms matched. Her body wash of the day was a sweet and inviting coconut scent. It was her favorite. Liv reached for the cold faucet and pulled the lever to turn the water on towards the red side that indicated warm water. She slid off her fuzzy purple slippers and undressed, then began her daily shower routine. She lathered her hair up and rinsed it not once, but twice. Her hair was thick and she felt that as the seasons changed it would dry out her locks and she wanted to condition it more. She finished her comforting wash and shut off the faucet, watching the bubbles form a cloud down by the drain as the water by her feet splashed toward it. After drying herself and discarding of the dirty laundry, Liv tiptoed down the stairs in case her roommate was still asleep. Her phone had buzzed a cou

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ple of times in her pocket but she chalked it up to being random apps. She flipped the on switch to her coffee machine and listened to it rumble and begin to heat up. @Jake

"I have a very good idea," he would text back adding, "I think it is that very pretty girl from the bakery who keeps ignoring my endless attempts to take her on the best date ever..." He would get up and place his empty bowl into the sink, running water through it to make sure it was rinsed before he would wash them further in soap later, but he would sit his phone down on the counter for the moment. He was half expecting another message to come in almost immediately, but it appears she didn't have an idea to start a quick conversation in the moment. As he would begin to get prepared for his day, he would not hear his phone going off several time as he got ready, grabbing jeans, his favorite University of Tennessee shirt, and a pair of boots. He would start towards the kitchen, wondering what kinda trouble he could get into today, when he checked his phone... "You are cordially invited to the wedding of James Gregory and Samantha Ewers. The bride and groom request that you RSVP with your plus one..." He couldn't even make it through the rest of the message. He almost felt sick... His ex was getting married and had the gull to invite him to it? He... why? He would then see another notification pop up from the unknown number...

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'Grab your suitcase and your sandals, because our ceremony is in Sanibel Island, Florida!' The second message pinged from the anonymous sender to his phone. Olivia poured cream and a teaspoon of vanilla syrup into her coffee and strolled to the comfortable, plush couch where she could enjoy her morning with a good television show. Thankfully it was Saturday, her day off. She was lucky enough to not work weekends, thanks to her parents. She dug her arm wrist deep into the cushion to her left and pulled out the TV remote. Typical that it always seemed to get stuck under there. Light footsteps pattered from upstairs and Liv's roommate, Jane, was finally awake. The blonde haired woman casually walked down the carpeted steps and joined Liv in watching a show.

He would sigh as he looked over the invite, including a URL link to a Facebook page that would see people giving their congratulations, RSVPing, and giving general well wishes. He couldn't help but sigh in the moment. He wanted that kind of love, he needed that kind of love. Obviously it wasn't her, she was happy with the new guy, but surely he couldn't go away to this wedding alone. I mean, she had sent him an RSVP with a plus one already on it, she knew he would be bringing someone, right? He sighed as he looked down at his phone and smiled over as a thought crossed his mind, a crazy idea, "So, Olivia, I have a crazy idea..."

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Olivia felt her phone buzz once more and eventually it started to bother her. She pulled it out of the pocket of her lavender, plush robe that was tied in the front and read the notifications glaring on her screen. 'If your crazy idea is to go out on a date, you'll have to give me a reason why first.' She typed this up quickly and powered the device off again once more. She ran her fingers through her damp hair and contemplated her to-do list for the day. Even if it was her day off, she still hoped to get some things done. Relaxing and sitting still in one spot was often difficult for her to do and she wanted to make the most out of her time. The bumble of the TV was the only sound to fill the room. A sleek, orange, bushy-tailed cat made an appearance from the other room, stretched out, and sat down in a loafed position on the floor where the sun rays were hitting from the window. @Jake

He would smile as he would feel the phone buzz again and it wasn't a stupid notification about this wedding. He would see the number and look over the message and wanting to know if the crazy idea was about a date. "Well, maybe something a little more crazier than a date," he text back with a smile, "How does an all expenses paid trip to Sanibel Island in Florida sound to you?" He looked down at the phone and placed it on the couch again as he turned on the television to try and distract himself.

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Olivia picked her mug up off of the wooden dining table in front of the couch and took a sip. She huffed quietly as her phone buzzed a third time, she was tempted to just select the 'Do not Disturb' option so it wouldn't notify her at all. She pulled it out of her pocket once more and read the message. "Janie, you're not going to believe this," Liv told her roommate, "This regular from the bakery just asked me to go on a vacation with him. All expenses paid." She couldn't help but giggle at the frivolous request, he had to be joking. Okay, the man has a sense of humor. That gives him one brownie point, at least. She glanced at the text once more and read it again to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her this time around. She wasn't sold on this, and didn't play along with the joke. 'Ha, so funny. That would be great if somebody paid my bills and fed my pets while I was on vacation, wouldn't it?' She wrote this back and reached down to pet the fuzzball cat on the rug in front of her. "So the guy is funny," Jane shrugged and stood up, making her way to the kitchen to grab a frying pan from the wooden cabinet. "Are you interested?" Liv paused for a second. Was she? She just sat there quietly for a moment until she responded. "I.. I don't think so. He's kind of stubborn." @Jake

'Ha, so funny. That would be great if somebody paid my bills and fed my pets while I was on vacation, wouldn't it?' Well, he had to expect that answer back right, I mean, sure they knew of each other and everything, but who would just take time out of their life to just go out with some stranger in the world to a place like that... He questioned his own decision at asking the question, but figured he would go ahead and continue to attempt, "Come on, it would be fun," texting back, "I am sure you could get someone to watch your pet as well. By the way, what kind of pet is it?" There you go, Shayne, he thought, start getting to know her better!

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Olivia decided now that she wanted to play along to this game. It was ridiculous to her, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. If he wanted to ask her out on a real date, he should just do it already. She didn't know yet what she would say to that request, but if it were as simple as a drink she might agree. 'I have a cat, a dog, and a flame-crested gecko. I can't just pawn their responsibility off to somebody. Even though I may not, my roommate has a life...' Liv replied with this message and continued the conversation with her roommate. It had been approximately a year since her last date because of difficulties with her ex-boyfriend and it wasn't something she wanted to dive back into any time soon. There was a small possibility that her mind could be changed, but on a similar note she didn't think that it would be very likely. She stands up and slumped over to the general kitchen area where the stove and fridge were, and pulls open the cold white handle to the door of it. Her eyes scan the near empty shelves, and she reaches back to pull out a carton of eggs. @Jake

He would smile as she opened up, but almost seemed irritated with him when she messaged back. He couldn't keep the grin off his face that she was actually entertaining the thought of even talking to him. At least he had gotten that far with her. He laughed as she began to type again, "Okay, well, maybe not a vacation, but how about a drink? We can do down to Scooters and get a drink or two, maybe dance, and see how the night takes us." The smile would have to be surgically removed from his face as he would climb into his older model truck, an old '77 square body Chevy, as he would begin to make his way onto the street. The original radio was broken, but he replaced it with a touch screen model that he would crank the music up on from his phone, Morgan Wallen blaring as he started down the street.

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