When Constellations Form (Light in the Dark 4)

We enter a cute little boutique. It’s full of unique clothes and I immediately eye a pretty boho chic dress.

The walls of the store are painted yellow and around the top are little plaques with quotes.

It’s a really cute little store.

“Can we go now?” Jace asks.

I glare at him over my shoulder. “We’ve been in here five minutes. Chill.”

He groans. “I’m never, ever, for the rest of my life, answering a fucking text from you, ever again.”

I hold up a hand. “Silence.”

He groans and rolls his eyes.

I move further into the store and Jace hangs back. Good riddance.

I browse their jewelry and pick up a bracelet with a dainty moon and various stars.

“Constellations,” I murmur to myself.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?”

“Ah!” I jump back, startled by the salesgirl since I didn’t see her. “Um, hi. Yeah. I want this.” I point to the bracelet.

“Is that it?” she asks.

I nod. I’ve done enough damage today.

Apparently, shopping is my form of therapy.

I follow her to the checkout and notice a sign proclaiming WE’RE HIRING.

I point at the sign. “Do you have an application?”

“Yeah, sure. I can stick one in your bag?” she asks and I nod.

Working in a cute boutique like this is about as far as you can get from my degree, but I think I’d like it.

“Did someone ask for an application?” another voice calls from the back room behind the register.

“Yeah,” the girl checking me out says back.

A woman appears, she’s probably in her forties, with dark brown hair, and kind brown eyes. They’re slightly crinkled at the corners like she’s spent a lot of time smiling.

“Are you interested?” she asks.

I nod enthusiastically. “I really need a job, and your store is beautiful. I think I’d be happy somewhere like this.”

“You’re hired,” she says.

My jaw drops. “Are you serious?” I feel like I’m being Punk’d.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m sure. We need the position filled, desperately, and you look nice enough so you’re hired. Can you start Monday?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

She holds out her hand for me to shake it. “You’re hired.”