10 Jobs: #5
February 9, 2010
February 9, 2010
Jake’s never really found the need for a job before. Nothing’s interested him enough to keep his attention. Not to mention the fact that after four tiresome years he’s finally done with high school and he’d be a fool not to relish his freedom while he has it. His mom provides and Jake’s content letting her. Even Brian, who seemed bound and determined to slack the majority of his life, went and got militarized. And it wouldn’t be the first time he’s shown Jake up.
But now seeing her, Jake figures he needs a job.
Or at least a good cover story.
Jake scoots into the diner, swiping an unattended briefcase resting next to a pair of suits at the counter. It’s heavy in his hands as he makes his way over to her booth. She’s hunkered down in the seat, drawing on a napkin and smoking. Jake rests the edge of the briefcase on the sticky tabletop causing her to glance up in surprise.
“I’m a lawyer,” is his opening line and he commends himself for his originality.
Flipping the doodled napkin over, the girl arches a brow. “Really? By the looks of your clothes I’d say you belonged in the gutter.”
Jake clutches his chest. “You really cut me to the core, sweetheart, you know that?”
“I think you handle that all on your own.” She smirks, ashing her cigarette. “So, what do you practice?”
“I don’t really want to know what that means.” The girl wipes her lanky hair out of her face, staring at him. She’s cute, with big blue eyes, and if Jake squints just right she could be blonde, so he figures he’ll give her a chance.
“Yep, at the firm of Whogivesashit.”
She laughs and extends a hand. “I’m Kathy.”
“The name’s Baron Chesterfield the fifth.”