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Chapter Two
“Thank you for calling Home Blown, how may I help you?” Shanda asked.
“Hi. Is this Shanda?”
“It is. Can I help you?” she asked.
“Yes. This is Krissy. I’m not sure if you remember me. I was there with my husband Billy a few weeks ago.”
There was no way she could forget Krissy. Not only did Krissy have a thick Boston accent, but Shanda found Krissy so down to earth and easy to talk to. It was the first time that a sale didn’t feel like work and felt more like helping a friend find what they were looking for. Shanda wished more customers like Krissy came into the shop. Maybe if they did, her business wouldn’t be in the red.
Although Krissy had said she’d be back, Shanda hadn’t allowed herself to believe it. ‘I’ll be back’ was a line she’d heard from everyone. Not from him. He didn’t say it. She sighed. It was ridiculous to even give him another thought. She knew she’d never see him again. And somehow, deep inside, she knew that was for the best. The last thing she needed was to get caught up in some whirlwind of a romance with someone so…serious. That’s not who she was. She liked to laugh and enjoy life. The only thing stressing her right now was Home Blown.
Stop thinking about him.She needed to concentrate on what she had control over. Right now, that was the customer on the phone.
“Of course I remember you. Are you still in love with the blue and white vase you purchased?” Shanda inquired. Krissy’s tone seemed as though she was, yet Shanda needed confirmation.
“I love it. It looks fantastic on my dining room table, but it seems to be lacking something,” she replied.
“I’m sorry to hear that. If you’d like, maybe I can make you something you’d prefer better.”
Krissy laughed. “I said I love it. I wouldn’t want to change it at all. But it’s the only item of its kind in my home. I was hoping to find something that might fit with it and my other décor.
Shanda let out a breath she hadn’t even noticed she’d been holding. Thank God. A rave review is exactly what Home Blown needed. More like a bunch of good reviews, but I’ll take what I can get.
“I’d love to create something special for you. What type of piece are you looking for?” she asked.
“Ah. There is the problem. I have no idea what I want. What are you doing tonight?” Krissy asked.
Same as last night. Nothing.“Did you want to come to the shop? I’d be happy to stay open late for you,” she offered.
“Oh, God no. That would be too much of an imposition. I was thinking that maybe you could come over, and maybe during dinner something brilliant would come to mind. Yours, not mine. I don’t have the talent you do,” Krissy stated.
Talent.It felt wonderful to hear someone sing her praises. But she didn’t feel comfortable eating at their home. “Maybe I could just stop by and look at the area. That probably would be enough for me to capture the feel of your place.”
“Oh. If you don’t want to stay, I understand. It’s just that I found our conversation so interesting last time; it’d be nice and relaxing to continue over dinner.”
Shanda didn’t want Krissy to think she didn’t appreciate the offer. “Oh I’d love that. I just didn’t want to bore you and…” She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten her husband’s name.
“Billy.”
Billy?“Billy Brown?”
“Yes. That’s our last name,” Krissy replied.
“I think a friend of yours stopped in the shop yesterday,” Shanda said. I just wish I’d made as good of an impression on him as I did on you.
“Kenneth is actually old friends with Billy. Those two can be a riot when they get together,” she said.
Kenneth hadn’t struck her as a humorous guy. “Thank you for your referral.”
“I hope he bought something nice,” Krissy said. Shanda didn’t answer and Krissy said, “Please tell me he didn’t walk out empty handed.”
“No one ever does.” They leave with a history lesson on blowing glass.
“Oh good, because I would give him a piece of my mind if he had,” Krissy said firmly. “So, can we expect you for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, I’d love to. Can I bring anything?” she asked.
