Wrapped in Red by S A Clayton

Wrapped in Red by S A Clayton

Author:S A Clayton [Clayton, S A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-05T16:00:00+00:00


“So back to your troubled past…” I say winking at him.

“Well, it wasn’t that bad. A few petty theft incidents and some acting out at school. My parents didn’t really pay much attention to it, but when Mama Jenn found out, she was livid. She thought I needed discipline. Hence the job.” He motions to the diner, and I smile.

“She wanted to teach you responsibility.” He nods. “Well, she did a hell of a job.” He smirks, finishing off his plate while I’m still working on my sandwich. His finger grasps one of my fries and I swat it away. “You had your own.” He laughs, sipping his milkshake with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“So tell me about your parents, since I just told you all about mine.” The mood in me shifts and he can see it. He leans in, concerned, grasping my hand.

“My parents died a year after I finished college,” I mutter, biting into a handful of fries.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” I look up and his eyes are full of concern. I shake my head and smile weakly.

“It’s okay. Well, I mean sometimes I’m not always okay. But right now I am.” I shut my eyes, remembering their bright smiling faces and that familiar pit returns. “It was a drunk driver. They were driving home from visiting me one weekend and got sideswiped by a pickup truck.” His eyes bulge and I cast my eyes down and continue. “They were my world. My best friends. They had me very young, so people always thought they were my siblings.” I laugh at the memory. “They were so supportive of whatever I wanted to do, and when I told them I wanted to start my own editing company after I graduated, they gave me startup money without question. They were amazing people.”

“So you edit?” he asks, and I realize we’ve never really talked about our jobs.

“Yeah. I was an English major and I loved it. I’ve always loved literature, but when people asked for me to proof their essays, I found I loved that more than I loved analyzing other people’s work. I loved taking someone’s hard work and helping them make it into something extraordinary. So I switched majors.” He motions for me to continue. “After I graduated, my roommate and I decided to make our own businesses. Clara is a YouTuber who reviews and does beauty tutorials, she’s amazing at it,” I say, smiling, and it’s reflected in his eyes. “And I decided to start my own editing company. It took a while for word to get out, but once it did, I was so happy with the results. I have steady work and that makes me happy.”

“That sounds amazing,” he says, lightly rubbing the palm of my hand, sending shivers through me. “I wish I loved my job like that. I can see it in your eyes, you love what you do.”

“I do,” I say. “Why don’t you love what you do?” A shadow passes over his eyes and I regret asking the question.



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