Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 12 – The Day Before Tomorrow – Part III

She comes out after a bit and is looking great.

“You look good. Just think in the next six hours you’ll get darker and darker.”

“I love it.”

She’s back hanging at the counter being my little protege.

“Did you get your six page paper finished?”

“Yes! wrote it last night and submitted it this morning!”

“Good work. I knew you would. I like what you said about writing in general.”

“What?”

“You don’t want to do it, but once you just start writing you’re into it and you just get it done.”

“Yea.”

“I feel that way about my writing. I know plenty of good writers. Better than me. Better material. But they just don’t motivate themselves to do it. If you want to be a ballet dancer, you need to take a class everyday. If you want to be a painter, you need to paint everyday. I write everyday and it’s gotten easier because I practice everyday. i like your work ethic, Kita.”

“Yea. It’s just that I have to do it, so I dig in.”

“Midterms are the end of the week, right?”

“Yea. So I’m studying like mad for that. So exhausting.”

But I love that she’s carved out some time to have dinner with me tomorrow night.

“I can imagine.”

I tell her about some of the challenges we’ve experienced with some of the staff here at the salon.

“I’d love to work here.”

My mind soars.

“You’d be amazing here. I know your parents have you on an allowance and they want you to focus on your studies but you’d be perfect here.”

“Oh my god. You’d be perfect. You’re like the poster child for this salon to show how it really works because you have such a great tan. Plus, you’ve got such enthusiasm for tanning.”

“Oh that would be incredible!”

“And the best part…”

“What?”

“FREE TANNING.”

I can almost see the dopamine drop in her pretty head.

“Ohhh… that would be Heaven.”

“I’m going to think about that. Just think. In the spring is our busiest season. We need two people on at night to handle the numbers. Can you imagine us running this place like a well oiled machine?”

“I would absolutely love that, Charles.”

I think about how I would absolutely LOVE that as well.

“You’d be perfect for this place. I’m going to think about that.”

“Giggles. I’m staying up here this summer, so that would be awesome.”

I tell her the story how in the last few weeks our beloved Summer (See: Summer- 2017 to Present – The Outlaw Returns) has asked me to take a couple of her shifts because she’s either had some family function, or, was hungover after a drunken fight with her boyfriend, or how her car’s transmission died while they were in NYC and couldn’t get back to Philly to work. On two of the occasions I had already made other plans. That stuck Achilles having to work from 10am to 8pm twice in the last month. He takes a very dim view to people calling out. Even to the point where when we talked about it he said she called out around 2 hours before her shift was to begin. Not cool. I don’t know what’s been going on with Summer lately. There seems to be a lot of chaos in her life, but it all seems self imposed.

Achilles is losing his patience.

“Start looking for somebody else, W.” (That’s what he calls me.)

 

“I know your parents have you on an allowance because they want you to focus on your studies but I know you’d love to work here, Kita. That could maybe come to fruition.”

She smiles and tells me that would be awesome. We’ll have to see how the whole Summer situation plays out.

I change the subject.

“Do you have any roommates?”

“I have 3 roommates. One is my friend, and we hang out a lot, the other two are nursing students and they have a different schedule than we do. We all have our own rooms and just share common area, kitchen and bathrooms. It’s a good setup because everybody’s chill and I’m usually studying.”

We chat some more and now she’s been here for over two hours much to my delight. She tells me she’s ecstatic about hour dinner date tomorrow and can’t wait to meet me tomorrow at 5pm.

We part ways and she’s off to study.

I watch her pad down the steps like a cat.

Fingers crossed for tomorrow…

I’m not even thinking of Cherie.

 

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