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Chapter 6: Teen Draped in the Heavenly
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{39 DAYS LATER}
In a full diner, walking around in haste while handing out dishes.
“Troy!” A man called from one of the seats, his entire table filled with fishermen.
Troy grabbed some bottles of olive oil from the counter, walked toward the table, and then placed them in the center.
Then shook his head. “Mr Waylon man, I don’t know. Jerry said the fish aren’t cooking fast enough.”
“I told you that fish is a damn alien!” An older fisherman said from the left, hand raised, with his grampy voice interchanging between a shout and a whisper. “If only you boys listened, you would—”
“It’s not an alien.” Mr Waylon laughed with the rest of his crew. Then he placed his hand on Troy’s shoulder, pulling in closer for a whisper. “Look, do me a favour and go to the kitchen, ask Cory to let you do it in his place… come on, we both know Jerry can’t fry fish to save his life.”
Troy’s eyes turned to the clock above them. “I don’t know. But besides, I’m clocking out.”
He evaded Mr Waylon’s hand, walked to the kitchen, and his hands untied the strings of his apron.
“Troy!” But Mrs Cory’s voice halted his attempts, “Bring the Cobble Berry in the freezer!”
He sighed under his breath, turned to the kitchen, then asked Milon, a middle-aged worker who was closest to the freezer, to hand it to him. And after it happened, Troy approached Mrs Cory with swiftness.
“Wait, you started hiring?” Charlie, a man seated near his daughter, asked.
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“We were about a month ago.” Mrs Cole said, but then she nudged Charlie on the shoulder, noting how his eyes locked on Troy’s tattoos for a moment too long.
“You’re new in town?” Charlie asked, gaze turned to Troy’s, which housed an unnatural light.
Troy placed the pudding in the middle of their table. “Um… kinda.”
“I don’t usually hire teenagers, but with him…” A warm smile embraced Mrs Cole’s lips. “I kinda had to.”
Charlie’s brows raised. “Teenager?”
“Boss,” Troy turned to Mrs Cole, “it’s 4:30.”
An evident sigh ripped past her lips, her hands moving to the figure. “Okay, give the apron to Jerry.”
Troy removed it from his body at an unnatural speed, head turning to Charlsie’s daughter, who was seated on the side, winking and throwing it on her lap.
“I said, Jerry!” Mrs Cole shouted behind him, watching as he dashed past the customers, moving toward the door, while screaming the words ‘I’m late!’ with the roof of his voice. “And this is the last time I’m allowing these stunts!”
The door closed, and the bell rang behind it.
“You said ‘teenager’?” Charlie broke the silence.
Mrs Cole chuckled, “He’s 17. The tattoos are just deceiving.”
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{AN HOUR LATER}
“I’m sorry, man, the doors close at 5.” A guard said, lips curled in understanding, as he stared at Troy, whose hands were raised, brushing his hair in stress.
“Please,” Troy begged, hands lifted in prayer, “I’ll pay extra, I need to be in ther—”
The guard’s hand lifted, head shaking, “Look. this is out of my control, if they see you coming through, my job is on the line—”
“I’ll tell them I was in the bathroom!” Troy bent downward, body almost kneeling. “I have to be there.”
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The sound of an orchestra boomed in a room overflowing with pupils and red lights.
Troy walked past the passages of empty seats, chuckling at the instant change the moment he entered.
The hall was built to accommodate about 50 thousand people, and now, on a random Thursday, nearly half of it was completely packed.
Troy sat on the nearby seat, eyes watching the many lines of ballet dancers swaying their legs and hips in sync.
But even after the passage of a dozen, only one stood out.
It was Honey, and much like them, she was dancing in the same manner, her movements rendered insignificant to a woman who was swaying at the center of the stage.
Then the music stopped, and the large crowd of pupils stood and clapped their hands.
Troy followed after them, eyes still locked on Honey, who was draped in complete white.
And to his surprise, she also glanced back. Smiling after gaining his glimpse, then waving as though she could fully perceive his figure.
Unknowing that the future had been set to come, one bearing both blessing and a pending curse.
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