Free time was aas foreign a concept to Sadie as the jungle was to a zoo animal. Something she had heard about and knew that some had the luxury of enjoying such things, but had never experienced for herself. When it came to a barn lifestyle, there was never not something else she should be doing. Even when she squeezed in a few hours of sleep, she could be cleaning those bridles in the tack room or she could have made herself eat more of a dinner than a few broken Oreos and a swig of Gatorade. Perhaps it was this lifelong philosophy she had in her mind and maybe due partly to her poor nutrition and lack of sleep, but Sadie had instinctively laughed in the poor man’s face when he had asked her if she had some time for coffee.
A long two seconds later, her mind clicked into gear, shutting her mouth and looking appropriately apologetic. “Sorry Eric, I’ve just been so busy lately,” she gave him what she hoped was a charming smile, placed a hand on his arm and promised, “but for you, I can make some free time, even if I have schedule it in, as backwards as that sounds.”
As Eric laughed, no only at her poor joke, but at her immediate laughter, Sadie had to bite her lip to keep herself from grinning like a mad fool. “Sadie, are you ever not busy?” he asked in half seriousness. “I’m in here a few hours every day and you’re always running off, full-speed ahead… like you’re determined to get three days’ worth of work done in three hours.”
Sadie smiled, “that sounds like me. But leave me a post-it somewhere I’m sure to notice it or something and we’ll get that coffee, but right now, I’ve…” she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder.
“Got to run?” Eric finished for her, but with a parting smile, she was already half way down the barn
Eric didn’t show up at all for a few days, and by the third day, Sadie was thoroughly suspicious. She was worrying about it enough, it wasn’t until her hand was grasping thin air, trying to grab a nonexistent coffee pot handle that she even noticed the entire maker was missing from the counter, a post-it note in its place. “It’s probably 7pm by the time you’re reading this. Come to the lower barn courtyard at 7:30, provided you no longer smell like the barn, and we can discuss the hostage negotiations. Hurry up and relax already. -Eric” Sadie could see how he could go unnoticed in the lower barn housing all of the private boarders, and thus including an ornamental courtyard; she hardly ever ventured down the hill. How he had managed to sneak past her and steal the coffee pot however, especially at her increased coffee intake hours, was a complete mystery. One she intended to solve as she glanced at her watch- 7:15. She smiled as she made a sprint for the stairs up to her barn apartment- hurrying was something she was good at.
Apparently I’m feeling the need for cute men to invade my stories this week… I’m not sure what that says about me, but I’m sure I’ll be back in full wacky next time! 😀
My original story for the Legal Theft Project this round. Go see what happened when the first line was stolen from me here: http://thegateinthewood.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/legal-theft-schedules/
And check out the original story done with the first line I stole yesterday here: http://550wordsorless.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/challenge-legal-theft-unwanted-visitor-391-words/
And tune in same time, same place in two weeks for the next installment of *dramatic music* Legal! Theft! Project! *bum bum BUM*
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