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Post by Tiger Lily Marcuccilli on May 25, 2007 9:39:16 GMT 7
Walking to the front of the shop she went to open the blinds. For an hour she had been there, it had been her time to open the shop and when that came to Tiger she had to throughly clean the shop. Many people wouldn't understand Tiger but she explain her condition to her boss before he hired her. She had a very severe OCD of cleanness and she just hated working in unclean areas. Some people though she was just a very picky person which might also be true but no she wasn't, it was more like her condition cause her to be. Seeing a spot in the mirror she walked back in the back grabbing some windex and walking over to the window to wipe away a large handprint.
Stepping back she saw that it was now clean and with that she was now able to open the shop up. Placing the cleaning materials back she walked to the back putting the stuff she was using up and then back to the front to unlock the doors and turn the sign around saying that the shop was open. Having nothing much else to do she walked over to her workstation and turned on the radio. Hilary Duff song was playing and since no one was looking she decided to dance. Running her hands down her body she was dancing like one was looking. That is until the door chime telling her someone had just walked in. Stopping what she she did she hope that they didn't see her dancing. "umm hello" she said still not turning around.
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Robert Delancey
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Post by Robert Delancey on May 25, 2007 19:15:40 GMT 7
Rob had been walking around a little, he had a day off, and he was enjoying not having much to do. Not sleeping in, he had gone to a coffee shop, and just watched people going in and out for a while. It gave him a chance to think, and he thought that he was pretty happy, considering what had happened over the last month or so. A new job, some decent money coming in, and a place to live made life pretty good for now. Having a little extra money always made things better, but he wanted to spend it on something he had been thinking about for a while. He wanted to get a tattoo, but he wasn't sure about what to get. Maybe he should go ask Tiger, he thought she might be working today.
As he was walking over to the shop where she worked, his thoughts came back to her, and their unusual relationship. First friends, now room mates, and things had changed so much. The girl was beautiful, at least he found her to be, but there were some odd things about her. The thing about keeping things clean sometimes just drove him crazy. He felt guilty sometimes, he would make a mess, and he wanted to respect her wishes. She had the apartment before he moved in, and he didn't want to upset her too badly. But scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees after spilling a little milk on it was just going a little too far.
Reaching the front door, he peers inside the window, to see if there was anyone else in there. He catches a glimpse of Tiger dancing to some music, and he grins, he wondered if she knew that people could see her doing it from outside. Spending a little longer than he expected just watching her, he opens the door, hearing the chime go off, which made her stop. Closing the door behind him, and walking further inside, the place looked like it was spotless. Should he say anything to her about the dancing? Would she be embarrassed? With an amused smirk, he recognizes the song, and he is laughing inside of his mind. "Hey, Tigger! Don't stop because of me, it looked like you were enjoying yourself... dancing to Hilary Duff." Would she be angry with him? He hoped not, but he might have gone too far.
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