As the young girl hoping to get one of the two waitress jobs listed in the morning paper's want ad section walked into Lebeau's - once the premiere experience for Southern Fine Dining until the late owner's youngest son, Remy, inherited the establishment against his wishes because who in their right mind wanted to run a restaurant at twenty-one or so he believed then - the place had turned into quite a shoddy (the front door was practically falling off its hinges), disgusting (not one table was completely cleared of dirty dishes), smelly (Marie couldn't even figure out where the stench was coming from!), all-around giant mess that she nearly left, except she held her ground because dammit, she really needed the money and a job where not too many questions were asked was her best bet to continue laying low.
"Um... excuse meh," Marie called out towards what she thought was the back of the restaurant as she stepped over what looked to be a dead raccoon, while she pinched the tip of her nose to keep from inhaling the horrid smell and added, "Ah hear ya looking for a waitress!"
Suddenly, the door Marie had been yelling towards burst open and out stepped a young man with long, disheveled auburn hair, wearing only jeans and boots - from his slim hips upwards he was completely naked and it was obvious he worked out - who took one look at the girl and her two-toned hair, her shocked, thus wide-opened, but brilliant green eyes, and the pink blush coloring all of her pretty face making him grin (and her blush even more!) as he decided on the spot that he wanted to see more of her and said, "Y' hired, chere."
I totes cheated, but I wanted to stick to the three sentences rule, so...
"Um... excuse meh," Marie called out towards what she thought was the back of the restaurant as she stepped over what looked to be a dead raccoon, while she pinched the tip of her nose to keep from inhaling the horrid smell and added, "Ah hear ya looking for a waitress!"
Suddenly, the door Marie had been yelling towards burst open and out stepped a young man with long, disheveled auburn hair, wearing only jeans and boots - from his slim hips upwards he was completely naked and it was obvious he worked out - who took one look at the girl and her two-toned hair, her shocked, thus wide-opened, but brilliant green eyes, and the pink blush coloring all of her pretty face making him grin (and her blush even more!) as he decided on the spot that he wanted to see more of her and said, "Y' hired, chere."
I totes cheated, but I wanted to stick to the three sentences rule, so...
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