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"Any plans this weekend?" the kind old professor asked as he slowly packed his bag. Kady looked up from her screen, relaxing her furrowed dark blonde eyebrows. She took her cat-eye thick-rimmed reading glasses off and bit her natural minty lip-balm drenched lip.
"Uh yeah ? my family and I are going away to our hunting cabin." She said as she fiddled with her pencil.
"Oh yes that's right ? you wanted to go home early for that tomorrow." He said and she nodded; she was hoping he would remember about her family's little tradition.
"Well that'll be just fine." He decided and she perked right up.
"Really?" she asked and he nodded.
"This old office will be waiting for you to come back ? nothing's going anywhere. Why don't you just take the day off?" He chuckled as he waved his arms around his library-esque office. He was the head of UBC's Anthropology Department and she was his second-year intern trying to grease the wheels so she could make the field school next spring.
"Thank you so much Professor Kearney!" she exclaimed and he waved goodbye, a smile under his bushy white moustache. She had liked him from the get-go; she had had him in her first year and decided that he was the guy she needed to get in with. He said he liked her spark and hadn't seen such a strong love for the subject in a very long time. It had made her smile so wide she thought her insides might burst.
She quickly wrapped up her data entry from his chicken scratch notes and hauled her own notebooks into her gray canvas backpack. She grabbed her phone and dialed while she packed.
"The Hemingway." A darkly warm, gruff voice answered ? she knew he'd pick up.
"My table ready?" She asked; phone clutched to her ear as she swung her olive green military coat over her peach and cream sweater and wound her dark cerulean scarf around her neck.
"Bad day or a good day?" he asked, the pub was loud in the background. She glanced at her brown leather wrap watch ? if she hurried she'd make the hockey game.
"Why do you care?" she snorted as she slipped her laptop into her bag and snatched her keys out of one of the many pockets. She kept her keys in the little narrow long pocket on top of the main flap, along with her collection of pens, pencils, highlighters, and other school supplies.
"I'm a bartender ? I need to know if you're drinking beer or whiskey." He said and he could hear her smile through the phone.
"Oh, well in that case it's been a good day."
A riot of wildly anarchic, honey blonde hair surged its way through the door and towards the corner table. He cocked his head and watched for a pair of busted up cowboy boots to ramble their way across the worn floor, he knew no one else had hair like that but he also knew she barely ever wore a different pair of shoes. Cowboy boots sighted, he raised his eyes and found an iridescent pair of icy mint blue ones. A single sepia island floating in the lower section of her left eye melted the frozen ocean abyss. God she had long lashes.
"Hey trouble, wassup?" she said, her naturally shaped brows rose in greeting as she tossed her signature hello. As she pitched her backpack onto the table he couldn't help but chuckle.
"The girl with the bag fulla notebooks." He said and she smiled. She had selected that table specifically. It was right next to the bar, so she was close enough to get her drinks delivered to her but yet she wasn't seated at it, so she didn't look like an alcoholic. It was far enough from the speakers so that she could hear herself think but still catch the words of The Hemingway's rock and country blend that she loved so much. It had a big enough table and bench to spread all her books out on and an outlet so she could charge her laptop. It was a fifteen-minute walk from home and a two-minute drive, her little Jeep Wrangler could find parking any day of the week due to its hairpin turn radius and tiny frame. Since she lived on the street she could park for free too. Her seat also had prime views of the street and of a TV ? which her beloved Canucks now played on.
"Score?" she asked as he carried out her Bud in a bottle. She hated glasses. He hated that she drank cheap beer and on several occasions had convinced her to try a different kind but alas, she was still drinking Bud.
"Nil-nil, puck dropped about three minutes ago. Two shots on us; Garrison, Hank, and Burrows have shot for us." He filled her in and she grinned as she took a swig.
"What's with the smile?" he asked and she laughed.
"Kearney gave me the day off tomorrow ? meaning I can get to camp like half a day earlier than anticipated." And he chuckled. Though she dressed like a typical Vancouverite and attended one of the top forty universities in the world, this girl was a redneck through and through.
"I'm surprised you don't have any sorority business to attend to. Now you can be a hick sooner than you antalya escort (https://antalyaescort-bayan.com/) thought." He teased. She was a Kappa Gamma girl, complete with a tiny anchor tattoo ? the location of the tattoo was still secret to him.
"You're just jealous you can't go 4x4-ing and target shoot and drink beer all day." She tossed back and he shrugged.
"I am ? I have to work." And her jaw dropped.
"No way! Jace that sucks." She said and he nodded.
"I thought you and your parents we're gonna get together?" she asked.
"We were ? don't know if I'll make it on time." He sighed and she looked around.
"When's Tyler off?"
"All weekend."
"And when's he back?"
"Tuesday, why?" and she grinned.
"Be right back..." and she scooted out from her table.
"Kady..." Jace warned and she tossed him back a killer smile,
"Watch my table!" he groaned as he went back behind the bar and started mixing drinks, his eyes on her.
She touched Tyler's arm as she spoke to him, and when he gave her an answer she didn't like she pouted those perfectly bee-stung, pale pink lips of hers and begged. Tyler sighed and then gave her a smile. She grinned a mega-watt one in return, touching his arm again before heading back over.
"What did you do?" Jace asked her and she smiled. The speckles that danced across her face accentuated her tan, it was fading but the freckles gave it staying power.
"Tyler has a date on Tuesday and is trading for your shift tomorrow so he can make it." She said as she glued her eyes back on the television screen.
"You're going on a date with Tyler so I can see my parents?" he asked and she just about spat out her beer.
"Hell no ? I set him up with my friend Catherina."
"Thank god." He laughed.
"You still road tripping up with The-One-That-Got-Away?" he asked her and a cloud of pain flashed over those eyes. He blinked and it was gone, was it even there?
"Yes." She stuck her tongue out at him as any mature nineteen-year old would and focused her attention back on the screen.
They did this almost every night. On hockey night, he served people and talked with her on commercial breaks. On regular nights, she talked with him when he wasn't too busy mixing drinks.
That was another thing she loved about The Hemingway ? it was never dead and never crazy busy. It was lively most hours of the day ? she stayed here working until the wee hours because it was open late and then ended up here again in the morning for their famous cheap Hung-over Breakfast.
"How's Zeppelin holding up?" Jace named her massive longhaired German Shepherd as the first period ended. She looked up at him and was taken aback by how bloody attractive the guy was.
"He's still a little loopy from the meds." She said and he smiled, that trademark lopsided smirk of his was toxic.
"Poor guy. He'll be up to your morning death wish soon enough." He said and she rolled her eyes.
"It's not a death wish ? wouldn't be able to keep up with my team if I didn't." she said. She played starting defense for the UBC Thunderbirds women's soccer team; she sported number thirteen.
"Nothing wrong with running Kade, there's just something wrong with running before noon." He winked as a skinny brunette walked up and starting flirting with him. Kady smiled and pulled out her Moleskine notebook labeled Methods
"Uh yeah ? my family and I are going away to our hunting cabin." She said as she fiddled with her pencil.
"Oh yes that's right ? you wanted to go home early for that tomorrow." He said and she nodded; she was hoping he would remember about her family's little tradition.
"Well that'll be just fine." He decided and she perked right up.
"Really?" she asked and he nodded.
"This old office will be waiting for you to come back ? nothing's going anywhere. Why don't you just take the day off?" He chuckled as he waved his arms around his library-esque office. He was the head of UBC's Anthropology Department and she was his second-year intern trying to grease the wheels so she could make the field school next spring.
"Thank you so much Professor Kearney!" she exclaimed and he waved goodbye, a smile under his bushy white moustache. She had liked him from the get-go; she had had him in her first year and decided that he was the guy she needed to get in with. He said he liked her spark and hadn't seen such a strong love for the subject in a very long time. It had made her smile so wide she thought her insides might burst.
She quickly wrapped up her data entry from his chicken scratch notes and hauled her own notebooks into her gray canvas backpack. She grabbed her phone and dialed while she packed.
"The Hemingway." A darkly warm, gruff voice answered ? she knew he'd pick up.
"My table ready?" She asked; phone clutched to her ear as she swung her olive green military coat over her peach and cream sweater and wound her dark cerulean scarf around her neck.
"Bad day or a good day?" he asked, the pub was loud in the background. She glanced at her brown leather wrap watch ? if she hurried she'd make the hockey game.
"Why do you care?" she snorted as she slipped her laptop into her bag and snatched her keys out of one of the many pockets. She kept her keys in the little narrow long pocket on top of the main flap, along with her collection of pens, pencils, highlighters, and other school supplies.
"I'm a bartender ? I need to know if you're drinking beer or whiskey." He said and he could hear her smile through the phone.
"Oh, well in that case it's been a good day."
A riot of wildly anarchic, honey blonde hair surged its way through the door and towards the corner table. He cocked his head and watched for a pair of busted up cowboy boots to ramble their way across the worn floor, he knew no one else had hair like that but he also knew she barely ever wore a different pair of shoes. Cowboy boots sighted, he raised his eyes and found an iridescent pair of icy mint blue ones. A single sepia island floating in the lower section of her left eye melted the frozen ocean abyss. God she had long lashes.
"Hey trouble, wassup?" she said, her naturally shaped brows rose in greeting as she tossed her signature hello. As she pitched her backpack onto the table he couldn't help but chuckle.
"The girl with the bag fulla notebooks." He said and she smiled. She had selected that table specifically. It was right next to the bar, so she was close enough to get her drinks delivered to her but yet she wasn't seated at it, so she didn't look like an alcoholic. It was far enough from the speakers so that she could hear herself think but still catch the words of The Hemingway's rock and country blend that she loved so much. It had a big enough table and bench to spread all her books out on and an outlet so she could charge her laptop. It was a fifteen-minute walk from home and a two-minute drive, her little Jeep Wrangler could find parking any day of the week due to its hairpin turn radius and tiny frame. Since she lived on the street she could park for free too. Her seat also had prime views of the street and of a TV ? which her beloved Canucks now played on.
"Score?" she asked as he carried out her Bud in a bottle. She hated glasses. He hated that she drank cheap beer and on several occasions had convinced her to try a different kind but alas, she was still drinking Bud.
"Nil-nil, puck dropped about three minutes ago. Two shots on us; Garrison, Hank, and Burrows have shot for us." He filled her in and she grinned as she took a swig.
"What's with the smile?" he asked and she laughed.
"Kearney gave me the day off tomorrow ? meaning I can get to camp like half a day earlier than anticipated." And he chuckled. Though she dressed like a typical Vancouverite and attended one of the top forty universities in the world, this girl was a redneck through and through.
"I'm surprised you don't have any sorority business to attend to. Now you can be a hick sooner than you antalya escort (https://antalyaescort-bayan.com/) thought." He teased. She was a Kappa Gamma girl, complete with a tiny anchor tattoo ? the location of the tattoo was still secret to him.
"You're just jealous you can't go 4x4-ing and target shoot and drink beer all day." She tossed back and he shrugged.
"I am ? I have to work." And her jaw dropped.
"No way! Jace that sucks." She said and he nodded.
"I thought you and your parents we're gonna get together?" she asked.
"We were ? don't know if I'll make it on time." He sighed and she looked around.
"When's Tyler off?"
"All weekend."
"And when's he back?"
"Tuesday, why?" and she grinned.
"Be right back..." and she scooted out from her table.
"Kady..." Jace warned and she tossed him back a killer smile,
"Watch my table!" he groaned as he went back behind the bar and started mixing drinks, his eyes on her.
She touched Tyler's arm as she spoke to him, and when he gave her an answer she didn't like she pouted those perfectly bee-stung, pale pink lips of hers and begged. Tyler sighed and then gave her a smile. She grinned a mega-watt one in return, touching his arm again before heading back over.
"What did you do?" Jace asked her and she smiled. The speckles that danced across her face accentuated her tan, it was fading but the freckles gave it staying power.
"Tyler has a date on Tuesday and is trading for your shift tomorrow so he can make it." She said as she glued her eyes back on the television screen.
"You're going on a date with Tyler so I can see my parents?" he asked and she just about spat out her beer.
"Hell no ? I set him up with my friend Catherina."
"Thank god." He laughed.
"You still road tripping up with The-One-That-Got-Away?" he asked her and a cloud of pain flashed over those eyes. He blinked and it was gone, was it even there?
"Yes." She stuck her tongue out at him as any mature nineteen-year old would and focused her attention back on the screen.
They did this almost every night. On hockey night, he served people and talked with her on commercial breaks. On regular nights, she talked with him when he wasn't too busy mixing drinks.
That was another thing she loved about The Hemingway ? it was never dead and never crazy busy. It was lively most hours of the day ? she stayed here working until the wee hours because it was open late and then ended up here again in the morning for their famous cheap Hung-over Breakfast.
"How's Zeppelin holding up?" Jace named her massive longhaired German Shepherd as the first period ended. She looked up at him and was taken aback by how bloody attractive the guy was.
"He's still a little loopy from the meds." She said and he smiled, that trademark lopsided smirk of his was toxic.
"Poor guy. He'll be up to your morning death wish soon enough." He said and she rolled her eyes.
"It's not a death wish ? wouldn't be able to keep up with my team if I didn't." she said. She played starting defense for the UBC Thunderbirds women's soccer team; she sported number thirteen.
"Nothing wrong with running Kade, there's just something wrong with running before noon." He winked as a skinny brunette walked up and starting flirting with him. Kady smiled and pulled out her Moleskine notebook labeled Methods