Page 75 of Pucking Matt
A customer walks in through the door, ringing the bell. Amber turns to the single guy and says, “Welcome to the–”
I watch as her shoulders tense. The guy has a big smile on his face. He’s probably our age, dressed like he just got done working out, and a nervous look in his eyes.
“Hi,” he says, glancing over at me.
“Hi,” Amber says, sounding nervous.
He says, “I didn’t know you work here.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, it’s my fun job.”
I laugh because it’s clear they have history. And this scrawny guy? I’m about half a foot taller than him and way better looking. Someone like him is making her nervous? Hilarious.
“How are you?” he asks, eyeing her down. “Are you still at the law firm?”
She nods. “Yes, I am. How are you?”
This is brutal to witness, so I glance at my phone to see what Michelle said.
Michelle: Can I see you tomorrow?
Matt: (Leaves her on read)
The guy that Amber is talking to is now bragging about how good he’s doing and he just moved into a nice apartment. She’s smiling, laughing at the right times, and I’m wondering where the fuck this Amber is when she’s around me.
“Wanna get something started, man?” I ask, interrupting them.
“Yeah,” he says, feeling for his wallet.
Amber glances at me and then takes the guy’s order.
I get to making a sandwich for him. I turn around and say, “Amber?”
She’s laughing at something he said, and it’s making me wild. “Yes?”
“Do you have any raisins?” I joke.
“Not today,” she says politely.
Now I’m wondering who the fuck is this guy. She’s being polite, sweet, kind. What the hell?
When I’m done making the shittiest sandwich I’ve ever made, I plop it into the bag and read the name. “Kyle.”
“I go by Ky,” he says to me, turning to Amber with a smile.
I think about how he thinksKaimakes him that much cooler. “She put Kyle,” I say to him.
Kyle glances at Amber and says, “It was nice seeing you. Do you have the same number?”
I look at Amber.
She nods. “Yeah. Same number. Nice seeing you.”
When Kyle is out the door, I’m watching him like a hawk. Amber is still nervous as she moves around behind the counter.
“Who’s Ky?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “Nobody.”
