Chapter Three

The moment of quietness was not lost on the two as the Butchers Fiancée saw them sitting there holding hands as she walked to her father’s office across the street from the Shop.  Her blood began to boil and she felt rage well up inside of her. Despite the knowledge that he could not possibly be cheating on her, the very notion of his flesh touching another woman’s boiled over the cold revenge she felt trapped inside. Her mind began clicking through various cruel scenarios to put him through but then she remembered poor Mrs. Penny who had lived across town who had a worn hole in the big toe of her boots and of how she’d died the night before. It made sense; The Candle Shop Girl must’ve seen the horrible and gruesome sight of The Butcher cleaning up. Oh, the horror she must feel right now, thought the Butchers Fiancée and a wicked smile turned up the edges of her fat greedy lips.

As the Butchers Fiancée opened the door to her father’s office, The Boy passed by staring at his shoes laces flap as he walked to the Butchers shop for some filet mignon he was to prepare that night for dinner. As he opened the door he looked up to see the startled expressions of one Butcher and one Candle Shop Girl who had apparently been holding hands. His heart took a bit of a dive but he held his strength and asked for a slice of meat. The Butcher immediately assumed his station and prepared the order. As The Boy waited, he sat tentatively near the deli so he could be closer to the Candle Shop Girl and they avoided each other’s eyes. The Boy cleared his throat and asked how her morning was going. She was polite in answer and as they began a polite conversation The Butcher gave him his order. When The Boy went to leave the shop, a significant amount of self confidence over took him and he turned back to the Candle Shop Girl stuttering, “W-w-would you like to, uh- go with me for lunch?” massacring the words as they barely escaped his tense lips.

With sad eyes she said, “Sure.”

Exhilarated, he walked away until a block later he realized that the plans for this lunch were never completely solidified. Hoping she would still be at the shop, he hurried back. She was just about done with her coffee when he opened the door and the little bell rang, “Would it be alright with you if we met at Le Petit Coeur? We could get some of their baked Mac n’ cheese, I hear they add lobster. It is very rich and creamy and not at all good for you.”

What he didn’t realize was that this was the secret to her heart, she loved Le Petit Coeur’s baked Mac n’ cheese with lobster as it was comforting food and she needed to be comforted, with a brighter smile than the one before, she agreed to meet him at noon.