2If in doubt, sing your heart out
As I stood in the cat boarding room of the vets where I worked, feeding the chorus of meowing 4 legged pieces of fur that inhibited the cages that lined the walls around me, I was consumed in the cloak of boredom I frequently wore while performing the mediocre tasks this job forced me to undertake. As a bit of a mood improver and interest-making attempt, I reacted on one of those impulses you have, the kind you really shouldn't react upon, the kind where you have to tell yourself not to listen, not to do anything odd or weird.. I begun to sing.
Now, at this point, you all might be thinking, "Oh, she's singing, what's so wrong with that?" Of course, you haven't heard me sing. It's ok I do forgive you. You couldn't have known and unlike some poor friends of mine who watched, possibly in awe, as I managed to make a whole restaurant block their ears in response to me forced to sing "Hey, Ya", by Outcast at the karaoke there, it won't do you much harm. All I can say is that the words "Shake it" have lost all meaning for me. Anyway, here I was, singing in the cat boarding room and after 3 rounds of "What's new pussycat", I was quite enjoying myself. As I danced and sung and swayed and quite subconsciously upped the volume, I was unable to hear the door behind me open and consequently unable to notice that someone had stopped in the doorway and was watching me as I danced and sung and swayed to my own music. This was, until a sudden burst of deep echoing laughter broke the spell I was obviously under and happily sent my soul to the land of utter embarrassment and back. I froze mid word, slowly and guiltily turning to face the onlooker, preparing myself for the taunts to come from presumably, one of my co-workers, only to find my mouth gape open and myself to quite nearly be toppled back by the extreme waves of heat that must've been pulsing from his gorgeous godly and extremely hot being. I was staring into a pair of emerald green eyes and they were merely laughing quietly back at me. I sighed at the amazing luck I always seemed to have with my timing, my listening to what the voices in my head tell me to do, etc.
"Great dancing, do you take lessons?" The sexy growl of his voice failed to conceal the mocking tone he couldn't help but use and I noticed a cute little dimple in his left cheek as he failed in keeping a straight face. i was a bit too flaberghasted to conjure up the witty reply needed in a situation like this and so i just waited for him to speak again.
"So, Callie, is it?" I raised an eyebrow, wondering how the hell he knew what my name was. I didn't say anything, did I?
I laughed nervously before he pointed to my shirt, in a bit of a 'well, duh' way, "Nametag".
I bit my lower lip and grabbed the last of the food bowls, this one for the ginger kitten in the cage just to my left. Glancing back up at my company, I took a moment of time out to digest the sandy blonde hair that stopped just below his ears, the toasted brown colour of his skin and how this brought out the green of his eyes. He had a faint scar cutting across his right cheekbone and wore a faded "Ramones" tee, you know, those ones with "Hey Ho, Lets Go" written on the back and faded jeans with rips at the knees. His eyes followed mine and just before I had a chance to open my mouth, Suzie, the vet in today came bustling through the door, grabbing the ginger out of the cage next to me and taking it with her, motioning for the guy in front of me to follow her.
He turned to follow her out, but not before getting a last look at me and flashing a knee buckling, drool worthy crooked smile and drawling out a smoldering string of words. I had to repeat what he said to me several times in my head before I could process exactly what he said and by that time he was gone, and I stood there, in the middle of the back room of the animal hospital, surrounded by cats and animal smells and all, I mumbled my reply to the words he just spoke, "Hi Jacob Tennant, nice to meet you too".