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“Good night,” Hank whispers, rolling onto his side. Before I can even reply I hear the sounds of his soft snoring. I turn, snuggling under the warm blue comforter and look at the clock. Ten o’clock, plenty of time to get my eight hours. My eyes flutter closed and I know sleep will pull me under in a matter of minutes.
Morning comes and I am up, dressed and ready to go by seven o’clock. Hank doesn’t leave for a half hour, so I tell him good-bye while he watches the morning news. Making my short drive to work, I stop at the coffee house and grab my regular.
“Morning Brooke, the usual?” Debbie, the barista asks, as she froths a cappuccino and hands it to the dark-haired man in front of me.
“Yes, please,” I say and step aside.
When she’s done, she hands me the plain bagel with cream cheese and a French vanilla coffee light and sweet. Once I get to work, I head into my office, placing my breakfast on my desk. I sit down and fire up my computer while I sip my coffee. A knock on my door, pulls my thoughts away from the emails in front of me.
“Good Morning, Sam,” I say with a smile, staring at the green eyes of my head teller.
“Morning. Hey, what are your plans tonight? A few of us girls were thinking about going to that club opening downtown. You should come with us,” she says with an excited grin on her face, her green eyes lighting up with hope I might finally agree for once.
“Thanks for the invite, but Hank and I are going to watch a movie.” That’s our routine, I don’t even need to call him to know it’s the plan.
“Come on. You are always watching a movie with Hank. Don’t you ever want to get out and have a little fun? Get your drink on and dance with some friends?” I know she means well, but it’s just not me. I’m perfectly happy sitting at home, watching a movie and going to bed early.
“Maybe another time,” I say, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but knowing I already have when her lips turn downward.
“One of these days I’m going to hold you to that Brooke.” She doesn’t wait for me to reply, she simply turns on her heels and steps out of the office.
I’m sure they think I’m boring and that’s fine. My life isn’t for everyone, but it’s perfect for me. I’d much rather know what is going to happen from minute to minute, than not be able to predict what is next. It’s just the way I am. I’m not exactly sure why, maybe it’s because my parents never set any rules for me or maybe it’s because I have always been a shy person. I don’t really know, but I know I like my routine and I’d rather not disturb it.
The day flew by before I knew it. It is no surprise, it is Friday, one of the busiest days at the bank. As the manager, I spend most of the day dealing with problems that customers have or that the tellers are dealing with. I’m a problem solver by nature, so when the opportunity to be the manager came along, I knew I’d excel. Even though I’m about the same age as most of the tellers, they all have respect for me as their boss. At, twenty-five, I’m extremely young to be a bank manager, but I proved myself for years in the banking industry.
With only a few minutes’ left until the bank closes I walk around to see if anyone needs help with closing their drawers down. The tellers need to prove, making sure the money they have in the draw matches the receipts. Customer service is good with staying to help with any problems, but I too, like to stay to make sure everything is in order for the next day. I don’t work weekends, so making sure everything proves out at the end of the night always makes the weekend more enjoyable.
Once the bank is closed, and all of the tellers are done we leave, shutting the doors to the bank. “See you later, Brooke,” Sam says as she waves goodbye her long blonde hair shining in the setting sun.
“Ok, have fun and hey if any of you are working tomorrow make sure you are on time. Don’t drink too much,” I say, smiling at all the employees as they shake their heads at me. I laugh as Sam waves one more time.
I pick up a pizza on the way home, our usual Friday night dinner. I’m usually home a half hour before Hank, so before he gets home, I put my sweats on and sit on the couch to wait for him to eat. My cell phone rings and I pull it off the coffee table to see who it is. A small smile hits my face when I see it’s my friend Poppy.
Poppy and I went to high school together and even though we were as different as night and day, we became the best of friends. She was everything I wasn’t, outgoing, funny and popular. She always tried to get me to go to a party and every once in a while I would end up going, just to keep her happy. I can’t lie, every time she did convince me to go, I had a great time. It was fun to be part of something I usually wasn’t. Through the years, we kept in touch. She, of course, is doing the complete opposite of me. She is a manager too, but of a rock band. She tours the country, meeting new people and going to endless parties. It’s just the kind of life I always thought she’d have.
“Hey Poppy, how are you?” I ask when I answer.
“Brooklyn! Holy shit, I’m great. We just finished a tour and we are taking a few weeks off. How are you?” she yells so I can hear her over the loud music in the background.
“I’m great. Where are you? It’s so loud,” I ask with a smile.
“I’m on the tour bus heading back to New York.”
She really does live the life of a rock star. I mean she’s on a tour bus with the band I’m sure. I don’t know much about the band she manages, other than what she’s told me. They are a very popular rock band and tour all over. She’s told me what it’s like being on tour, how much fun they always have and of course that she is dating one of the band members, Nate. She doesn’t much talk about the other guys, besides saying they are all amazing. I don’t really listen to rock music, I’m more of a country girl myself. I have heard a song or two though on the radio and I have to say they have a great sound.
“You live one hell of a life, Poppy.”
“And I love every fucking minute of it,” she says and I can hear the music get even louder, if that’s possible. I hear voices and laughing and people calling her name. She laughs and says, “Fitz, I’ll be right there. Give me five more minutes.” I can’t hear what is said to her, but the music once again returns to the way it was. “I don’t have much time, these guys are l
ooking to celebrate, but I want you to come out to New York for a week, what do you say?”
Yikes, go out to New York? By myself? No way. “Thanks for the invite Poppy, I really appreciate it, but I’ve just got too much going on here.”
