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"Hey, babe, what's your sign?" an anonymous, yet still male, customer asked Cat as she rang up his purchases. A fellow employee, bearing the nametag "May" snickered and made a mark on a post-it note.

Cat simply flipped him off after she gave him his bag. The customer shrugged and left.

Someone slapped Cat on the shoulder, "HA! That's the fourteenth TODAY! This could be a record, Cliché Magnet."

Cat forced a grin and said, "Guess I'm lucky, huh?"

Another employee, Shane, who had overheard the conversation, came to take Cat's place, "I still like the guy who called your chest, "Funbags." "

"You would, O' Servant of Buddha!"

"Get moving," May pushed Cat out from behind the counter, "You're making me look bad."

"You always look bad."

"Quiet, you!" May gave Shane a slap on the backside and attended to her own customer.

"Later, guys!" Cat picked up a bag of her own purchases and left for home.

Her house was only a dozen blocks away, but on autumn days like this, it seemed like eternity. The sky was overcast, clouds not hanging low enough to be a signal of rain. Leaves of shades of crimson, orange and plum crunched under Cat's feet, warning anyone of her approach. The occaisional gust of biting wind was more than a good reason to wrap her extrodinarily long scarf a little tighter.

'This would be a good scene for a romance,' Cat thought to herself, making a mental note of the conditions. Then as a bitter afterthought, 'If only it were for me.'

Cat's head snapped up. She stopped cold, for she had heard another leaf crunch, other than her own. A tall, lanky teen stepped out from a nearby tree. He wore black and a ring hung from a chair on his neck. Cat's immediately shrank back, preparing her book bag to be used as a weapon and taking note of anything that could be used to her advantage.

The young man held up his hands in surrender, Cat's grip laxed very little on her back as she returned to a normal standing position. "Who are you?" she asked in a very firm tone of voice, hoping that would make her seem more intimidating.

"My name is not important right, now, I have an offer you might be interested in...." [ return ]