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font-size: 14px;"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"Are you sure it's fine? It'll be quick. Well, I'll try to be quick. Don't think the news reports about the rain is accurate."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"What? You can smell it?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"Can't you?" </span><br/>
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The puzzled look on her boss's face almost made her laugh. But she settled for a scoff. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"No. I'm a domesticated breed unlike you. We don't really work like that."</span> She gave the back of her pen a few taps on the table before continuing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"Besides, if it's gonna be bad like you say. I'd rather man the station than close early. I have nothing better to do on a Thursday night."</span><br/>
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She watched as his brow furrowed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"You have studying to do though."</span> Like a second dad, he was on her in a minute. It was humorous, and cute. A testament to how looks could be very deceiving. The best way to sum up her gentle giant of a boss. Broad shoulders, taught muscles, full sleeves; the kind you'd see on someone with more street cred, heavy resting brow that gave her own bitch face a run for its money. But the guy was sweet, nice, and all the sweet gooey shit in between underneath all the muscle.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"Look, boss."</span> The pen jabbed at his chest firmly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"I study better when I'm here. Busy apartment mates aren't good for the brain. Plus, I studied this whole week. I'll be fine for an hour while you do your grocery shopping. It's not like you do this often."</span> A single brow rose. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"You won't do this often, will you?"</span><br/>
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He returned the scoff from earlier. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"No Asha, I won't."</span> And there it was, his sign of defeat. He always faulted to her requested nickname when he was being complacent.<br/>
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Her pen lowered, followed by another click on the desk. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"Good. Now go and get your stuff. I'll be expecting some of that soup as payment for good samaritan ship."</span><br/>
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She flashed him a bright grin, to which he rolled his eyes albeit playfully. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"You were getting some anyway. Thanks Asha,"</span> He was just about to turn around and high tail it out when he stopped short at the door. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"Call me if something happens, or call the station, don't try to be a hero. We don't need another accident."</span><br/>
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Ashanti waved him off. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"It wasn't that bad, the guy only needed ten stitches. But sure, I won't give rude customers a taste of their own medicine while you're away. Have fun shopping boss."</span><br/>
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He gave her a final look, skeptical of that last sentence but he finally left. Asha watched him walk out of frame before leaning back into her seat. It's not like there was much to watch anyway. It was calm evening, nothing but a sprinkle of regulars. They knew to get Asha if they needed her. It would be an easy shift of just sitting behind the desk and reviewing flashcards.<br/>
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The door had opened from the outside, which meant a new face. Asha didn't have to raise her head to know. She was good with recognizing stuff like that, the door sounded different when opened the opposite way. When the footsteps stopped at the front desk, she went into customer service mode. A mild smile, back straight, repeating the same greeting she gave everyone who came to the counter.<br/>
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The face was new, well, not new. She had seen it before, albeit briefly. Before she had applied for a job at Ulric's gym, she saw the head of curly hair inside once. He was back again to grace her with his presence. He was quite handsome. Her boss seemed to have a collection of pretty friends.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"Hello! I didn't know that Ulric hired such pretty people,"</span> Ashanti was amused. Her smile was less plastered, more genuine now. It would be a lie to say she wasn't a sucker for compliments. Who doesn't like compliments? <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2d87b4">"I'm Mave, it's nice to see a new face around here! Can only hear the same war story from these other guys before you can recite them in your sleep,"</span><br/>
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How true that last statement was. There was a limit to how much one can hear the same muscle heads talking about the same things. Setting her pen down Ashanti gave her full attention to the man, a playful smile on her lips. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"What can I say? The boss is a good business man to keep me upfront. Nice to meet you Mave, Ashanti. Most people call me Asha. Shanti is reserved for after the first date, if I like you."</span> Feeding off of the man's flirtatious energy she gave him a wink.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"Is Mave short for anything? Either way it sounds cool."</span> She had a couple of guesses running through her head, but not wanting to be incorrect she would wait for him to answer first. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4ba5d2">"If you were looking for the boss man, he just stepped out. But he'll be back in an hour or so, if the weather permits."</span></div><div style="
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