Winter House - Chapter 2

Hey guys ! First, I gotta reply to Hannah's comment: Uhm, this story is like a real life situation type of story. (REALLY REAL). If you keep reading, you'll see what I mean by real. Haha, I can't do mythical, or point of view stories. I just really... can't. But I'll read them for sure !

Oh, and my little comment in the description box was just irony basically. I really don't mind not getting comments, because I know people still read my chapters and stuff, but when I do get comments however, they make my day !
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Instead of moccasin slippers this time, Ivory trotted across the isles of a department store in her moccasin styled flats. Currently in her cart, she had three fleece blankets, a wicker basket, an old fashioned scrapbook, and little knick knacks of things. At twenty five, she still kept a list of things to buy like a youngster. Her list included the blankets she already had, little gifts for her pals, and the necessities like shampoo and face towels. Feeling quite relaxed now with all the things she needed, Ivory made her way to the cashier.

Just last week, Ivory had found out that Eve, Jack, and Daniel would be coming to stay for the three weeks their managers would allow them. Being photography journalists, Eve and Jack managed to easily convince their boss to let them take a break. They simply said that they would write a review about Montreal. Daniel however, had a harder time getting the break. He was the Sous Chef of a rather high end restaurant in Vancouver.

Ivory placed all of the contents in the shopping cart on the tiny cashier table. The very young employee twitched his eye and scratched his head. He wore what looked like an organic uniform shirt and had his black hair neatly spiked up. He looked completely dreary at the sight of the items crowding up the desk but Ivory merely noticed his expression.

"Est-cela tout pour vous, Mademoiselle?" he looked again at the three fleece blankets, a gigantic wicker basket, pounds of sweets and candy, white and tan colored towels, a dozen little bottles to hold shampoo, clothes hangers, and other bits and pieces that cluttered his working area.

"Uh, oui?"

"English?" the employee asked. "I said, is that all for you, Miss?"

Ivory tilted her head and scratched her chin. After what seemed like an eternity she was finally satisfied with what she had gotten. "Yes, that’ll be all."

The young cashier looked up and down at the mountain of accessories once again and hesitated to check out them all out. Ivory now stood impatiently and cleared her throat.

"Oh, sorry, it’s just… this is a lot of stuff. Why do you need all of this junk?"

She was appalled by this young man’s behaviour! "Excuse me? This is stuff I’m purchasing that pays your check and how can you think this is junk? Or at least, call it something other than junk. But wait, no, you can’t call it that at all. Why would you work here if you don’t appreciate interior decorating materials or even interior designers? Have you ever even heard of Charlotte Moss?"

"No," he said blankly.

Ivory was now even more shocked. "Well, Charlotte Moss is one of the finest interior designers for your information. She is one who appreciates the time and skill of finding places to design and how to decorate them. But you, you don’t care about a single bit of this, am I correct?"

"Nope, I don’t care at all."

"Just ring this stuff up, will you?" Ivory decided to let the mind of this childish boy slide, but she was going to find out more about him while he scanned each item. After all, the more she knew, the easier it would be for her to report him to the manager. "So how old are you?"

The employee looked up at her like she was crazy for asking such a random question to a stranger, but he still replied. "Nineteen. What about you?"

"Twenty five," she said. Ivory held out her hand for a proper introduction. "I’m Ivory Gold."

"Adam Flare. Look, I have to scam all of these items for you, so will you just shut up and let me do my job?"

Ivory gasped and remained silent. As Ivory knew herself, she couldn’t stay quiet for a long time when she had things to say. "You know, you look really young."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Uh, I am young. You just asked me how old I am and you look too old to be just twenty five years," he said in a mocking tone. "Finally! Your total comes to two hundred forty dollars and thirty nine cents,"

Ivory held out a little credit card that didn’t look platinum or very valuable but sure enough, once he swiped it, there were no errors or malfunctions.

"Thank you, and sorry for wasting your time with the things I bought. You know, they’re not even for me. They’re for my friends that are flying in from Edmonton," Ivory stated.

"Oh. I see," Adam said yet again with no emotion.

Ivory gathered up a small fraction of her Homesense shopping bags and said she’d be back to get the rest.

"Uh, you didn’t sign your receipt yet," Adam held out a pen and a slip of paper. Ivory sighed and dropped her bags to sign the little slip.

The sound of the doors sliding open again meant that Ivory was back to gather up her belongings. "Your bags and receipt Madame."

"The name is Ivory, Little One."

He waved for the next person in line; and that person only had a vase.

"Okay?" She trotted out of the store and placed the remainder of the bags in her van’s trunk. "Some people just never get it," she muttered to herself.
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In case you're wondering why I don't post pictures of my characters, it's because I describe them too much in my story, you know? Plus, I always prewrite with the picture I have in my head, and then finding one that matches on the computer is kind of hard.