“No,” she replied cooly. He smiled bigger and sat down in the seat next to her.
“Actaully, do you mind if I ask 3 questions?”
“No,” she said again wondering what in the heck this boy was thinking.
“Number one. Why are you all alone?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Touche. Well then number two. How would you like a job working with me on the local newspaper?”
These words rung in her ear. A job? Was he some kind of mind reader? He saw the confused look in her face and answered, “I saw that you had a newspaper in your hand and it was turned to the Classified Ads.”
She looked down and indeed the newspaper was in her hands; she couldn’t remember ever picking it up.
“Well?” he prompted her.
“I don’t know much about writing..”
“That’s alright, we’ll start you off as the person who goes around doing whatever anyone tells her to do. Hey you get paid 20 dollars an hour. Not bad right?”
“Not bad at all,” she thought and she quickly accepted his offer.
“Great! Oh and number three. What is your name?”